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 CREOLE LOVER'S SONG

wind, whispering wind,

Wind of the Carib sea!

The palms and the still lagoon

Long for thy coming soon;

But first my lady find:

Hasten, nor look behind!

To-night Love's herald be.

The feathery bamboo moves,

The dewy plantains weep;

From the jasmine thickets bear

The scents that are swooning there,

And steal from the orange groves

The breath of a thousand loves

To waft her ere she sleep.

And the lone bird's tender song

That rings from the ceiba tree,

The firefly's light, and the glow 166