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South-Wind Song. (Moods Of Love.)

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Soft-throated South, breathing of summer's ease         (Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made!)         Through lips moist-warm, as thou hadst lately stayed     'Mong rosebuds, wooing to the cheeks of these     Loth blushes faint and maidenly - rich Breeze,         Still doth thy honeyed blowing bring a shade         Of sad foreboding. In thy hand is laid     The power to build or blight rich fruit of trees,     The deep, cool grass, and field of thick-combed grain.     Even so my Love may bring me joy or woe,         Both measureless, but either counted gain     Since given by her. For pain and pleasure flow         Like tides upon us of the self-same sea.         Tears are the gems of joy and misery!

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