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    Thou hast been blowing leaves, O wind of strife,

    Wan, curled, boat-like leaves, that ran and fled;

    Unresting yet, though folded up from life;

    Sleepless, though cast among the unwaking dead!

    Out to the ocean fleet and float;

    Blow, blow my little leaf-like boat.

    O wind of strife, to us a wedding wind,

    O cover me with kisses of her mouth;

    Blow thou our souls together, heart and mind;

    To narrowing northern lines, blow from the south!

    Out to the ocean fleet and float;

    Blow, blow my little leaf-like boat.

    Thou hast been blowing many a drifting thing

    From circling cove down to the unsheltered sea;

    Thou blowest to the sea my blue sail's wing,

    Us to a new love-lit futurity:

    Out to the ocean fleet and float;

    Blow, blow my little leaf-like boat.