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 What storm is this that tightens all our sail?

Love, a thwart sea-wind full of rain and foam.

Whence blown, and born under what stormier star?

Southward across Euenus from the sea.

Thy speech turns toward Arcadia like blown wind.

Sharp as the north sets when the snows are out.

Nay, for this maiden hath no touch of love.

I would she had sought in some cold gulf of sea Love, or in dens where strange beasts lurk, or fire, Or snows on the extreme hills, or iron land