Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou
That cool’st the twilight of the sultry day,
Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow;
Thou hast been out upon the deep at play,
Riding all day the wild blue waves till now,
Roughening their...
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o thou great Movement of the Universe, |
From upland slopes I see the cows file by, |
Spirit that breathest through my lattice: thou |
A Cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, |