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"Wind of the dark sea-waters!   Thou dost but sweep my strings Into wild gusts of mournfulness,    With the rushing of thy wings.

"But the spell—the gift—the lightning—   Within my frame conceal'd, Must I moulder on the rock away,    With their triumphs unreveal'd?

"I have power, high power, for freedom   To wake the burning soul! I have sounds that through the ancient hills    Like a torrent's voice might roll.

"I have pealing notes of victory   That might welcome kings from war; I have rich deep tones to send the wail    For a hero's death afar.