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Show Leaves. Tliou hat licon Mowing lenves, O wind of ntrlfel Wan, curled, bontllkc leaves that ran niul fled ; Unresting yet though folded up from life; Sleepless, though cast among the un-waking un-waking dead. Out to the ocean fleet nnd float; Blow, hlow, my llttlo leaMIke boat. O wind of strife! to us a wedding wlndl O cover me with kisses of her mouth; Ulow thou our souls together, heart and mind; To narrowing Northern lines, blow from the South. Out to the ocean fleet and float; Blow, blow, my little lea Hike boat. Thou hast been blowing many n drifting thing From circling cove down to the unsheltered unshel-tered sea; Thou blowest to tho sea my bluo sail's wing, IJ to a new lovellt futurity. Out to the ocean Meet and float; Ulow, blow, my little leafllke boat. George MacDonntd. |