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WIND, by                    
First Line: The sea, the hurtling sea is at the shore
Last Line: Through the eternal spaces of my soul!
Subject(s): Nature; Wind


The sea, the hurtling sea is at the shore;
The grey rocks shatter by our cottage door;
The sea is mighty, like a broken mind;
But who is this who shouts out of the wind?

A dweller only in the shoreless sky,
Or where the mountains rise terrific high?
I know the voice; I hear his thunder roll
Through all the coastless reaches of my soul.

God's in the wind! God is in the wind!
The sea is but lank water going blind.
I know the voice! I hear the thunder roll
Through the eternal spaces of my soul!





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