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HYMN TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY

First Line: TO YOU, TROOP SO FLEET
Last Line: IN THE SUN'S HEAT.
Subject(s): WIND;
TO YOU, troop so fleet,
That with winged wandering feet,
Through the wide world pass,
And with soft murmuring
Toss the green shades of spring
In woods and grass,
Lily and violet
I give, and blossoms wet,
Roses and dew;
This branch of blushing roses,
Whose fresh bud uncloses,
Wind-flowers, too.
Ah, winnow with sweet breath,
Winnow the holt and heath,
Round this retreat;
Where all the golded morn
We fan the gold o' the corn,
In the sun's heat.



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