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SONNET.
[I would I were a child of the wild wind]
I would I were a child of the wild wind,Borne ever onward on its breezy wings;
Free'd from the thraldom of this troubled mind,
And piercing the blue heaven, where gaily sings
The skylark in its glory; earthly things
Disdaining, in my glad triumphant flight:
Or when some mighty cloud its shadow flings
O'er the sun's burning disk, or solemn night
Holds her lone empire, 'mid the whisperings
Of sweet Eolian voices in the air,
And the “pale queene” of pure imaginings
Peers from her silvery bower, serene and fair,
I would I were a child of the wild wind,
That I might leave this earth, and its dull things behind!
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