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Wherefore to go thy westwinter blows?
Forsooth all shall hear the tell shepherd's song:
Where one and fall came north to see
The tithing marking took for thee;

Where sonder marbles gaze aloof
Towards shaking sorrows torn asunder;
Jovian's fair staff doth scoop
Away the tires of forrow plunder

Away, I seek, the dawning of the guile;
For six don ships breathe softly astern;
Where is the maiden life gave while?
Along aghast; a fairen mern.

Seek ye tree and hear the farrest;
Free the tea and shave the sorrow!
For what doth man except the tarrest?
Go forth adear, the same a morrow.