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| WHENCE bloweth the Canada wind? | |
| Not out of the west, though the west winds bear | |
| Lightsome hours and the joy of spring, | |
| And the heavenly blue of a wild bird’s wing; | |
| For the heart of the violet scents the air, | 5 |
| And the scent of the violet is all too fair | |
| Its flowers in my hair to bind— | |
| The west wind is of the lea, | |
| And palls on the soul of me. | |
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| Whence bloweth the Canada wind? | 10 |
| Oh, not from the south, for the south wind brings | |
| Summer and dim, sweet, forest deeps, | |
| And a bird in the wild wood hidden keeps, | |
| And mellow songs in the green light sings; | |
| And flower, and song, and mystical things | 15 |
| My soul with dreamings blind— | |
| The south wind is of the sun, | |
| My soul is for a day undone. | |
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| Whence bloweth the Canada wind? | |
| Not out of the east, for the east wind chills | 20 |
| With its dank, grey mists and its storms of rain, | |
| And dawn is foredooming again and again; | |
| Noon’s dripping sky with greyness fills, | |
| And night is black on the sodden hills, | |
| And never a star I find— | 25 |
| The east wind is of the sea, | |
| And drives to the heart of me. | |
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| Whence bloweth the Canada wind? | |
| Its path is the way to the world’s white rim, | |
| The strange white tracts of the barren zone, | 30 |
| Immutable, luminous, wild and lone; | |
| Spaces enduring through aeons dim, | |
| Veiling the sea, and the blue sea’s brim, | |
| Striving for ever, yet never free, | |
| Fetters which ever bind— | 35 |
| The Canada wind is the keen north wind, | |
| The wind of the secret sea, | |
| And quickens the soul of me. | |
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