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LINES FOR MUSIC.

Loud wind, strong wind, where art thou blowing?
    Into the air, the viewless air,
    To be lost there:
   There am I blowing.

Clear wave, swift wave, where art thou flowing?
    Unto the sea, the boundless sea,
    To be whelm'd there:
   There am I flowing.

Young life, swift life, where art thou going?
    Down to the grave, the loathsome grave,
    To moulder there:
   There am I going.