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[Again the tireless winds are rushing past]
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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[Again the tireless winds are rushing past]

Again the tireless winds are rushing past,
Heavy with blinding vapors; and again
The streaming willows lash my window-pane,
Dotting the glass with yellow leaves that fast
Cling to their dripping hold, like wretches cast
Upon my charity. Across the main
My love still sails; and forth, through storm and rain,
My heart goes out to seek her. Ruthless blast,
Chill northern mist, and cutting hail, are ye
Fit comrades for a being who has known
No harsher sounds than the close whispered tone
Of my affection?—cold to no degree
More than my arms clasped round her tenderly?—
No crueller wounds than from my eyes were thrown?