Spring breezes over the blue, now lightly frolicking in some tropic bay, go forth to meet her way, for here the spell hath won and dream is true. 0 happy wind, thou that in her warm hair mayst rest and play! could I but breathe all longing into thee, so were thy viewless wing as flame or thought, hastening her shining way. And now I bid thee bring tenderly hither over a subject sea that golden one whose grace hath made me king, and, soon to glad my gaze at shut of day, loosen`d in happy air her charmed hair.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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