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LUBBER BREEZE by THOMAS STURGE MOORE

First Line: THE FOUR SAILS OF THE MILL
Last Line: LAUGHS IN HIS SLEEVE.
Subject(s): MILLS AND MILLERS; WIND;
THE four sails of the mill
Like stocks stand still;
Their lantern-length is white
On blue more bright.

Unruffled is the mead
Where lambkins feed,
And sheep and cattle browse,
And donkeys drowse.

Never the least breeze will
The wet thumb chill
That the anxious miller lifts,
Till the vane shifts.

The breeze in the great flour-bin
Is snug tucked in;
The lubber, while rats thieve,
Laughs in his sleeve.



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