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Arthur Symons - Cornish Wind
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There is a wind in Cornwall that I know 
From any other wind, because it smells 
Of the warm honey breath of heather-bells 
And of the sea`s salt; and these meet and flow 
With such sweet savour in such sharpness met 
That the astonished sense in ecstasy 
Tastes the ripe earth and the unvintaged sea. 
Wind out of Cornwall, wind, if I forget : 
Not in the tunnelled Streets where scarce men breathe 
The air they live by, but wherever seas 
Blossom in foam, wherever merchant bees 
Volubly traffic upon any heath: 
If I forget, shame me! or if I find 
A wind in England like my Cornish wind.
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