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Harriet Monroe - The Message Of The Wind
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The wind comes riding down from heaven.
Ho! wind of heaven, what do you bring? 
Cool for the dawn, dew for the even,
And every sweetest thing. 
O wind of heaven, from pink clouds driven, 
What do you bring to me? 
The low call of thy love who waits 
Under the willow tree, 
Whose boat upon the water waits 
For me, for thee.
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