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Show Leaves. Thou hut been blowlnc lfrnvs. O wind of-atrlfet of-atrlfet Wan, curled, boatlike leaves that raa and fled; Unreitln yet thoush folded up from Ufa; Sleepleet, though east among the un-waking un-waking dead. Out to the ocean fleet and float; Blow, blow, my little leafllk boat O wind of itrlfel to ue a wedding wind! O cover me with klsaee ot her mouthj Blow thou our eoula together, heart an mind; To narrowing Northern linei, blow froa the South. Out to the ocean fleet and float; Blow, blow, ray little leaflike boat Thou halt been blowing many a drlrttni thing From circling cove down to the unsheltered unshel-tered sea; Thou bloweit to tha aea ray blue sall'i wing, TJa to a new lovellt futurity. Out to the ocean fleet and float; Blow, blow, my little leadtke boat George MacDonald. |