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 Blow, Boreas, foe to human kind!
 Blow, blustering, freezing, piercing wind!
  Blow, that thy force I may read more 
 Blow, Boreas, foe to human kind!
 Blow, blustering, freezing, piercing wind!
  Blow, that thy force I may rehearse,
   While all my thoughts congeal to verse! 
 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. 
But certain winds will make men's temper bad.
But certain winds will make men's temper bad.
To a crazy ship all winds are contrary.
To a crazy ship all winds are contrary.
 As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
 Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.  
 As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
 Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene. 
 A breeze came wandering from the sky,
 Light as the whispers of a dream;
  He put the read more 
 A breeze came wandering from the sky,
 Light as the whispers of a dream;
  He put the o'erhanging grasses by,
   And softly stooped to kiss the stream,
    The pretty stream, the flattered stream,
     The shy, yet unreluctant stream. 
 The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves,
 Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives;
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 The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves,
 Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives;
  Over and over
   To the lowly clover
    He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too).
     He will be lisping and pledging to you. 
 Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
 In the gay woods and in the golden air,
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 Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
 In the gay woods and in the golden air,
  Like to a good old age released from care,
   Journeying, in long serenity, away.
    In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
     Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks,
      And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
       And music of kind voices ever nigh;
        And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
         Pass silently from men as thou dost pass. 
 The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut 
out in the awful storm!  
 The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut 
out in the awful storm!