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WIND-SONG
Blow, blow, winds blow, braggart winds and merry—
Blow down the almond snow, toss the flowering cherry.
Daffodils ablow, arow, mingle in their dances;
Shake the purple flags that grow tall amid their lances;
Blow, O winds blow, strip the winter-berry!
Blow down the almond snow, toss the flowering cherry.
Daffodils ablow, arow, mingle in their dances;
Shake the purple flags that grow tall amid their lances;
Blow, O winds blow, strip the winter-berry!
Far and near, push and peer; here's a nest a-growing.
Winds merry, winds dear, hush here your blowing!
Trouble not the mother-wren when she comes and goes,
Dreaming of the wings and songs that her secret knows.
Soft here, winds dear, where the nests are showing.
Winds merry, winds dear, hush here your blowing!
Trouble not the mother-wren when she comes and goes,
Dreaming of the wings and songs that her secret knows.
Soft here, winds dear, where the nests are showing.
Blow, blow loud and low, wild winds and merry,
Hurtling down upon our heads bring a snow of cherry.
Bring the yellow kingcups out in the flowerless places;
Set the naked woods aflush with the wind-flowers' faces.
Make the old briar run with sap ready for the berry;
Bring the swallows, April follows, wild winds and merry.
Hurtling down upon our heads bring a snow of cherry.
Bring the yellow kingcups out in the flowerless places;
Set the naked woods aflush with the wind-flowers' faces.
Make the old briar run with sap ready for the berry;
Bring the swallows, April follows, wild winds and merry.
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