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 Blow, blow, aloft, alow! Giving, taking, I ebb and flow. Trading, tallying, making weight, Ever I speed and circulate. Sent to balance, bidden adjust Virgin vigour with done-with dust, Breath unborn with departing breath, Drouth with blossoming, Life with Death. Some tempest, half the year away, And here am I pull’d to the Paddock to-day, Leaves and waters, with you to play;— Some calm befallen, a hemisphere hence— Off! I am required as a recompense. Yea, blow, blow, wander and blow! Whither the never-still Summoning summoneth me Forth, forth on my endless errand I flee. And where is the travel shall stain, or baffle, or tire Me, at full flood of my destiny, my desire? Will’d and willing, eager I speed As is my fortune, so my need. Monarch, yet minion, never my own: Mate of the world, for ever alone: Free, yet following: blowing, blown: Call’d from before, sped from behind, Wander! O would-be wanderer, O must-be wanderer Wind!

Ay! the route is ready, the speeding steady. A friend, a foe, will I scatter and stow, Further and foster, threaten and throw. Here in your place, pretty ones, stay! Out of my place, into my place, in my place, Off! I wander away!