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"I have chords to lift the pæan   From the temple to the sky, Full as the forest-unisons    When sweeping winds are high.

"And Love—for Love's lone sorrow   I have accents that might swell Through the summer air with the rose's breath,    Or the violet's faint farewell:

"Soft—spiritual—mournful—   Sighs in each note enshrined— But who shall call that sweetness forth?    Thou canst not, ocean-wind!

"I pass without my glory,   Forgotten I decay— Where is the touch to give me life?    —Wild fitful wind, away!"