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Voices in the Wind.

We have worn the blue and vair,

And all the sea-caves

Know us of old, and know our new-found mate.

There's many a secret stair

The sea-folk climb....

Out of the Wind.

Oime, Oime!

I wonder why the wind, even the wind doth seem

To mock me now, all night, all night, and

Have I strayed among the cliffs here

They say, some day I'll fall

Down through the sea-bit fissures, and no more

Know the warm cloak of sun, or bathe

The dew across my tired eyes to comfort them.

They try to keep me hid within four walls.

I will not stay!

Oime!

And the wind saith; Oime!

I am quite tired now. I know the grass

Must grow somewhere along this Thracian coast,

If only he would come some little while and find it me.