Maxioms by John Masefield
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears read more
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills,
And April's in the West wind, and daffodils.
God dropped a spark down into everyone,
And if we find and fan it to a blaze,
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God dropped a spark down into everyone,
And if we find and fan it to a blaze,
It'll spring up and glow, like--like the sun,
And light the wandering out of stony ways.
