The Witch-Maid, and Other Verses/March Winds

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MARCH WINDS


Winds go streaming, shouting loud,
    At their play around the sky,
And my soul is like a cloud
    Blown about with them on high.

Like a hawk unhooded, she
    From my body broke away,
Longing for the company
    Of the winds at holiday.

So she scours the skiey plain,
    Wheeling, dipping in the blue—
Hawk-soul, cloud-soul, turn again!
    What's the lure to use for you?


Cairo.