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II.
The wind came over the Western water:
(The death-flower blows in the Summer's prime!)
‘If one be weary and sick of living,
Sick for the sake of a vanished love,
Sick of the glow and blossom of Spring,
Sick of the Summer's glitter and ring;
If colour lack in the Autumn's weaving
And the Winter hold not sorrow enough,
The cure is the kiss of the marsh-king's daughter.’
(The death-flower blows in the Summer's prime!)
‘If one be weary and sick of living,
Sick for the sake of a vanished love,
Sick of the glow and blossom of Spring,
Sick of the Summer's glitter and ring;
If colour lack in the Autumn's weaving
And the Winter hold not sorrow enough,
The cure is the kiss of the marsh-king's daughter.’
Weary of life, I answered and said,
‘O wind of the Western water!’
Bitter with tears that I could not shed,
‘Tell me, West-wind,’ I answered and said,
‘The home of the marsh-king's daughter.’
‘O wind of the Western water!’
Bitter with tears that I could not shed,
‘Tell me, West-wind,’ I answered and said,
‘The home of the marsh-king's daughter.’
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