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BUT SOON THERE BREATHED A
WIND ON ME,
NOR SOUND NOR MOTION MADE...
ITS PATH WAS NOT UPON THE SEA,
IN RIPPLE OR IN SHADE.
IT RAISED MY HAIR, IT FANNED
MY CHEEK
LIKE A MEADOW-GALE OF SPRING...
IT MINGLED STRANGELY WITH MY FEARS,
YET IT FELT LIKE A WELCOMING!
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