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The Night Reverie in the Forest
"Buy my tears that I sucked from the breast of Truth—tears, sister spirits of Heaven's smile!" sobs the Wind.
Thou pale Wind, tear-vender of the hideous night, no one welcomes thee with thy unsold tears!
Thou Gipsy-Wind, my fellow-wanderer who fears light, cease thy plaintive strain of the sweet home ever lost!
"O Poet, sole midnight comforter, share my tears in thy heart ever tenanted by Autumn!"
Thou pale Wind, tear-vender of the hideous night, no one welcomes thee with thy unsold tears!
Thou Gipsy-Wind, my fellow-wanderer who fears light, cease thy plaintive strain of the sweet home ever lost!
"O Poet, sole midnight comforter, share my tears in thy heart ever tenanted by Autumn!"
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