LINES FOR MUSIC.
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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.