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The morning hath the sun for mate, / The night the moon for wife; / The wind and I, like things of hate, / Go on alone through life.
The wind is cold, the wind is hot, / The wind is fierce and wild; / It stays not long in any spot, / It never is beguiled.
Perhaps the wind might pause awhile / And whisper to the reeds, / If they would only rise and smile, / And ask the lone wind's needs.