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IV.

Blow on me, wind, from west and south;

Sweet summer-spirit, blow!

Come like a kiss from dear child's mouth,

Who knows not what I know.

The earth's perfection dawneth soon;

Ours lingereth alway;

We have a morning, not a noon;

Spring, but no summer gay.

Rose-blotted eve, gold-branded morn

Crown soon the swift year's life:

In us a higher hope is born,

And claims a longer strife.

Will heaven be an eternal spring

With summer at the door?

Or shall we one day tell its king

That we desire no more?

SONGS OF THE SPRING NIGHTS.

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