Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, YE GENTLE GALES, by GEORGE CRABBE



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First Line: Ye gentle gales, that softly move
Last Line: And tell the haughty fair I die.


YE gentle Gales, that softly move,
Go whisper to the Fair I love;
Tell her I languish and adore,
And pity in return implore.

But if she's cold to my request,
Ye louder Winds, proclaim the rest --
My sighs, my tears, my griefs proclaim,
And speak in strongest notes my flame.

Still if she rests in mute disdain,
And thinks I feel a common pain --
Wing'd with my woes, ye Tempests, fly,
And tell the haughty fair I die.





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