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 (Lisp, lap! Flutter and flap!) I laugh’d, then away I whirl’d.

Far, far, far away, O call’d-for Water, that must not stay! The tide lolls in a golden bay, Languid the fever’d land, Stirless the palm-trees stand ’Twixt torrid sky and sand. The Sky glares, the Sea flares, The Sun’s bared eye-ball stands and stares Upon the staring sand. —Clean as the salt, keen as the light, Cool as the ocean, with all my might, With a jubilant gush, with a ripple and rush, I blew and I flew, over and through Green jalousies, walls of white; And over the bitter and barren Blue, Merciful Blackness drew! ....Thunder crashing, rain-drops clashing, Spray on plashing foliage slashing, Riot, roaring, rage and lashing.... Smell of the Earth, Blossoms’ birth (Over the creek, over the grass, Speed, Shadow, and quickly pass!) I blew and brought them, lightly I blew And left them! and off I flew!

For, high, low, buffet and blow, Wherever I will, wherever I will, Over the world I wander and go.