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Nostalgia

WIND that blew by Flinders once
From the sea wrack grey,
Where the wan sea poppies blow,
Weave your spell to-day!
You that breathed on questing souls
From a secret stair
Some diviner gramarye
Once when we were there.
Brooding pines of Macedon
Watching o'er the plain,
Wake old music in my heart
Soft as summer rain!
Keep ye still one lovely thing
Singing summers through?
Whisper! Pines of Macedon!
Ye that knew—that knew!

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