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THE QUIET DAYS
Henceforth I will sing no songs / But the songs that are fluent, irregular, swift, unguided: / I will turn no tunes but the tunes of the winds and the waters. / I know that the song of the bird is remembered, it changes not; / And I know that the song of the wind is unremembered; / But it stirs the ground of the heart while the song is a-singing, / And it flows from a vaster source than the song of the bird. / So I will sing the song of the wind in the long grass, by the river, / And the song of the wind in the dry and copper-brown oak-leaves, / In the autumnal season, so beautiful and sad, / And the song of the wind in the green cool ranks of the corn / As it stirs very lightly in the summer, / And the song of the wind in the pines, when the shadows are blue on / the snow, / And the song, song, song, of the wind in the flapping flag, / And the winter-night song of the wind in the chimney, / And the swelling, lulling song of the swirling wind of the sea / That is blent with the plunge of the sea.