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SUMMER WIND GUSTS
How gaily fair the flow'ry land
In glare of summer light would look,
With roaming cows to stalk by meads,
Or brows of fields, beside the brook;
As wind would whirl and curl,
And wildly drive about our heads
White drifts of dust, in peck by peck,
Or else would spring with hay in meads,
And fling it up about our neck,
In playing round the summer ground.
In glare of summer light would look,
With roaming cows to stalk by meads,
Or brows of fields, beside the brook;
As wind would whirl and curl,
And wildly drive about our heads
White drifts of dust, in peck by peck,
Or else would spring with hay in meads,
And fling it up about our neck,
In playing round the summer ground.
As water flow'd below our feet,
And show'd our shades in line and hue,
A gust awoke in sudden flight,
And broke them up away from view,
In playsome whirl and curl;
And while, with darksome shade, the sun
Once mark'd our shapes within the glade,
The wind brought by a shading cloud
On high, and hid them, shade by shade,
In streaming soft, with clouds aloft.
And show'd our shades in line and hue,
A gust awoke in sudden flight,
And broke them up away from view,
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And while, with darksome shade, the sun
Once mark'd our shapes within the glade,
The wind brought by a shading cloud
On high, and hid them, shade by shade,
In streaming soft, with clouds aloft.
The winds may roll the thistledown
By knoll or mead, in summer light,
Or else may blow, in winter days,
The snow against my blinded sight,
With many a whirl and curl;
Or under rock or smooth-wall'd tow'r
May mock my song, or sound my call,
Or sway, through hours of lonesome night,
My flow'rs in bloom, by ground or wall,
Onstreaming soft, and blowing oft.
By knoll or mead, in summer light,
Or else may blow, in winter days,
The snow against my blinded sight,
With many a whirl and curl;
Or under rock or smooth-wall'd tow'r
May mock my song, or sound my call,
Or sway, through hours of lonesome night,
My flow'rs in bloom, by ground or wall,
Onstreaming soft, and blowing oft.
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