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Siegfried Sassoon - South Wind
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Where have you been, South Wind, this May-day morning,—   
With larks aloft, or skimming with the swallow,   
Or with blackbirds in a green, sun-glinted thicket?   
   
Oh, I heard you like a tyrant in the valley;   
Your ruffian haste shook the young, blossoming orchards;
You clapped rude hands, hallooing round the chimney,   
And white your pennons streamed along the river.   
   
You have robbed the bee, South Wind, in your adventure,   
Blustering with gentle flowers; but I forgave you   
When you stole to me shyly with scent of hawthorn.
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