How so Lovely Walks the Wind

How so lovely walks the wind

Beside the chafing water wheel,

But soon the sliding stream will rind

And winds will hollow at the mill.

Now that wind will have its way

I take my lovely girl in hand

Deep in shaken grass, and lay

Her back into the shape of wind.

How so deeply will we lie

When all the greenery burns low

That wind will roll its caissons by

A mound of summer in the snow.

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