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At night the sea-wind sings Thro’ the pine-bough. Up, Spirit! wave thy wings! To the stars, thou! Clay by the fire-side Let the clog, Body, bide— But thou, beyond all walls, Past the pine-bough, Past night, and stars, and sea, Breath of Infinity! Sing thou, and wander thou, Free!