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WIND
O Wind, I cannot see you pass,
And yet I feel you as you go
Around the world and every place,
Shouting and singing loud and low.
And yet I feel you as you go
Around the world and every place,
Shouting and singing loud and low.
Your breath, your touch, is on my cheeks,
Such soft caressing finger-tips!
Can it be you whose anger wrecks
The high trees and the tallest ships?
Such soft caressing finger-tips!
Can it be you whose anger wrecks
The high trees and the tallest ships?
You run so light o'er field and hill,
You shake no frailest blossom down,
And yet make havoc when you will
O'er land and sea, in country and town.
You shake no frailest blossom down,
And yet make havoc when you will
O'er land and sea, in country and town.
I hear you waking up from sleep
Over the hills and far away,
You giant, roaring as you leap
O'er lambs and daisies at their play.
Over the hills and far away,
You giant, roaring as you leap
O'er lambs and daisies at their play.
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O Wind, your name makes music sweet!
You are a lovely thing, O Wind!
And how the world were incomplete
Without your unseen presence kind.
You are a lovely thing, O Wind!
And how the world were incomplete
Without your unseen presence kind.
For now your arms are round my neck,
And now your buffets are too rough.
And your sharp kisses on my cheek,
And your fierce clasp and your wild love.
And now your buffets are too rough.
And your sharp kisses on my cheek,
And your fierce clasp and your wild love.
The fool hath said it in his heart
There are no miracles. O Wing
Confute him when you fly apart
Close-felt, beloved, invisible Thing.
There are no miracles. O Wing
Confute him when you fly apart
Close-felt, beloved, invisible Thing.
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