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i summon the winds
call thee i shalt
o'er the lowlands
and from high hills
           on my vestal nights,
turn my pain into rhapsody
make heart hurts prosaic
and blow my dear lad
a final kiss
           that speaketh farewell.

Then mighty wind-of-mine,
may i lay my head well.


photo credit: Juliet 2000