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, teasing wind, we will fly, Seek our heart’s desire, you and I; Fit comrade for me, Thou breath of liberty, I sigh for the freedom of your wings. The sea will make us horses for our speed. The fields will give the perfume of their seed, In the woods a sweet rose blowing We will scatter it in going. And bear the lark up sunward as he sings.

Go! we must part, you and I; Not this my heart’s desire, so good-bye! Had I thought a moment’s madness Had wrought so dire a sadness. My soul had never sorrowed for thy wings. What have the tossing waves found for their play? Have mercy, let the white face hide away!