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The Homeless Wind
Where hast thou been roaming,
Thou houseless, homeless wind?
Thy voice is sad and moaning,
Thou hast none of thy kind.
Thou houseless, homeless wind?
Thy voice is sad and moaning,
Thou hast none of thy kind.
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Wind
“I've been in lone places,
Upon the wild sea shore;
Where billow billow chases,
And listened to their roar.
Upon the wild sea shore;
Where billow billow chases,
And listened to their roar.
I've been on the high hill-top,
And on the lonely plain;
Where'er I roamed, I could not stay
Contented to remain.
And on the lonely plain;
Where'er I roamed, I could not stay
Contented to remain.
Now, around man's dwelling,
From places lone and drear,
My story I've been telling,
But found I none to hear.
From places lone and drear,
My story I've been telling,
But found I none to hear.
For none there had feeling
For the houseless, homeless wind;
To receive its sad revealing,
In sympathy of mind.”
For the houseless, homeless wind;
To receive its sad revealing,
In sympathy of mind.”
Poem No. 805; c. 13 January 1855
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