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Before man came to blow it right / The wind once blew itself untaught, / And did its loudest day and night / In any rough place where it caught.
Man came to tell it what was wrong: / It hadn't found the place to blow; / It blew too hard -- the aim was song.
And listen -- how it ought to go!
He took a little in his mouth, / And held it long enough for north / To be converted into south, / And then by measure blew it forth.
By measure. It was word and note, / The wind the wind had meant to be --
A little through the lips and throat.
The aim was song -- the wind could see.