he Wind's east,—Oh, Oh!

Only a little while ago,

To-day was just like yesterday.

But now—now, only Now

The world's all turned some silver way;—

I know how,

I know how!

The Wind's east,

The Wind's east!—

Salt, salt Wind that I love so.

All the things in the garden blow

Wavy gray;—and the Trees all know,—

Trees that never, never can go,

Must know how it would feel to be

There, where the Ships sail to and fro,

Ships on the blue, blue Sea!

And the homesick ones by the bridge up here

Are tugging to get their anchors clear,

And they reach up high, to see.[Pg 74]

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