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O wind of God, that blowest in the mind, / Blow, blow and wake the gentle spring in me; / Blow, swifter blow, a strong warm summer wind, / Till all the flowers with eyes come out to see; / Blow till the fruit hangs red on every tree, / And our high-soaring song-larks meet thy dove -- / High the imperfect soars, descends the perfect love!
Blow not the less though winter cometh then; / Blow, wind of God, blow hither changes keen; / Let the spring creep into the ground again, / The flowers close all their eyes and not be seen: / All lives in thee that ever once hath been!
Blow, fill my upper air with icy storms; / Breathe cold, O wind of God, and kill my cankerworms.