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Midnight Invocation to the Wind
Come forth from thine Aeolian cave!
Make plain the approaches of the day!
Then Earthward let thy pinions wave,
To winnow human dross away!
Make plain the approaches of the day!
Then Earthward let thy pinions wave,
To winnow human dross away!
Come forth, O Wind! O'er dale and down,
Across the broad, untainted seas,
With gathered freshness fan the town,
That faints with manifold disease!
Across the broad, untainted seas,
With gathered freshness fan the town,
That faints with manifold disease!
Come forth! To make the hazes flee
From leagured souls; to sound thy horn
In laggard hearts; to set us free
From petty love and petty scorn!
From leagured souls; to sound thy horn
In laggard hearts; to set us free
From petty love and petty scorn!
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