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I.

A WIND came over the Western water,
(Oh sweet is the rose in the fresh Spring-time!)
‘Weary of life,’ it said, ‘poor lover?
Sick for a love that is dead and gone?
(Winds blow over her, earth's above her.)
Sick for a day that was faded at dawn?
The cure is the kiss of the marsh-king's daughter.’
Weary of life, I answered and said,
‘O wind of the Western water!’
Sick for a day and a love that are dead,
‘Why should I seek,’ I answered and said,
‘The kiss of the marsh-king's daughter?’