All night long in the humid dark the high-voiced hyla-bands

Chant of it in chill strain from South to North.

VIII

A wondrous mage, in a land whose dreams are made reality

As swift as clouds are made when the young Monsoon is in the South.

A land that is born of the sea and by it destined e'er to be

Beyond all fear of famishing and drouth.

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[Pg 46]

THE WIND'S WORD

A star that I love,

The sea, and I,

Spake together across the night.

"Have peace," said the star,

"Have power," said the sea,

"Yea!" I answered, "and Fame's delight!"

The wind on his way

To Araby

Paused and listened and sighed and said,

"I passed on the sands

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