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SUMMER WIND.
Soul of blue summer! cool-winged Psyche! thouWho, stealing through the roses, on my brow
Printest an odorous kiss, and then art gone!
Would that unbodied I might fly with thee
Where'er thou fliest. Then what ecstasy
Were mine, in forests wandering, green and lone;
By woodland tarn; by willowy, winding stream,
Where lotus-buds lie, tranced in shadowy dream,
On their smooth fronds, the long voluptuous day;
Or haply, where at eve the hoary sea
Swims with broad bosom up some quiet bay,
Under the haunted crags of Sicily,
What time the white-limbed Nereids, hand in hand,
Dance to the Cyclops' piping o'er the dimpled sand.
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