THE WIND FROM THE WEST.
Blow high, blow low, O wind from the West:You come from the country I love the best.
O say have the lilies Yet lifted their headsAbove the lake-water That ripples and spreads?
Do the little sedges Still shake with delight,And whisper together All through the night?
Have the mountains the purple I used to love,And peace about them, Around and above?
O wind from the West, Blow high, blow low,You come from the country I loved long ago.
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