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DOES the wind sing in your ears at night, in the town, / Rattling the windows and doors of the cheap-built place? / Do you hear its song as it flies over marsh and down? / Do you feel the kiss that the wind leaves here on my face? / Or, wrapt in a lamplit quiet, do you restrain / Thoughts that would take the wind's way hither to me, / And bid them rest safe-anchored, nor tempt again / The tumult, and torment, and passion that live in the sea?
I, for my part, when the wind sings loud in its might, / I bid it hush -- nor awaken again the storm / That swept my heart out to sea on a moonless night, / And dashed it ashore on an island wondrous and warm / Where all things fair and forbidden for ever flower, / Where the worst of life is a dream, and the best comes true, / When the harvest of years was reaped in a single hour / And the gods, for once, were honest with me and you.