TO JULIETTE
On windy dawnsAfar my unbound spirit rovesA-search for roving spirit kin,—A-streak through sands where foaming drovesOf serried waves come trooping in On windy dawns.Ah! There is breathing fresh and freeAmong the waves that sway and beatThe cradling bosom of the seaAnd cry my roving spirit feet On windy dawns.
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