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The Breeze
Abstract:I come from crests of Cockscomb Hills Pacing over ridges, I rove about the blooming gills, And race along the fringes. I drift the mist that wreathes the crowns, And chill a stream at shallows, I play among the marshy grounds, And shake hands with the mallows. I creep through trees that fork about, And stir the leaves to a rustle, I make the flowers sway about, And float the scent in a bustle. I sleep away the sunny noon, And wake up with a wriggle, I loiter on to watch the moon, And count the stars that twinkle. I hush the nestlings to keep calm, And stroke the birds that twitter. I sweep along a lonely farm, Where weevils softly mutter. I hiss and hiss around the fields Strolling along hedges, I tickle, tickle all the weeds, And pass over many ledges. I gad about a rushy pool, Amidst a brimming thicket, I dip into a gaping coomb, Echoing chirps of crickets. I hug the meadows as I blow, And kiss the dew that glitters, I find my way to your window, To make the curtains flutter. I’m a gentle wind, to tell the truth, I keep men hale and hearty. I go on blowing, warm or cool, To make all look very pretty.
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