WEARY wind of the West Over the billowy sea — Come to my heart, and rest ! Ah, rest with me! Come from the distance dim Bearing the sun's last sigh ; I hear thee sobbing for him Through all the sky." So the wind came, Purpling the middle sea, Crisping the ripples of flame — Came unto me; Came with a rush to the shore, Came with a bound to the hill, Fell, and died at my feet— Then all was still.
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