Elgar, Edgar - Weary wind of the west

Weary wind of the west

'Weary wind of the west
Over the billowy, bilowy sea
Come to my heart, and rest!
come to my heart!
Ah, rest with me!
Come from the distance dim,
bearing the sun's last sigh;
I hear thee sobbing for him
Thro' all the sky.'
So the wind came,
purpling the middle sea,
Crisping the ripples of flame,
Came unto me;
Came with a rush of the shore,
Came with a bound to the hill,
Fell, fell,
and died at my feet.
Then all was still.

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