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/ I. She walks with the wind on the windy height / When the rocks are loud and the waves are white, / And all night long she calls through the night, / "O my children, come home! " / Her bleak gown, torn as a tattered cloud, / Tosses around her like a shroud, / While over the deep her voice rings loud, -- / "O my children, come home, come home! / O my children, come home!"
/ II. Who is she who wanders alone, / When the wind drives sheer and the rain is blown? / Who walks all night and makes her moan, / "O my children, come home! " / Whose face is raised to the blinding gale; / Whose hair blows black and whose eyes are pale, / While over the world goes by her wail, -- / "O my children, come home, come home! / O my children, come home!"