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Flinging my witch dances 



Up in the sky ; 

 Hurling my ice-lances 

 T Down from on high ; 

 Seizing on wing, chances 



Death's trade to ply. 



Fearful the blast I drew hence in my medley train 

 Winter's wild work to do through all his deadly reign. 

 Change now in all I see, 



Winter is dead, — 

 No more a king is he. 



Boreas fled. 

 Beaten at last are we,~ 



oring reigns insteg^d 



THE COMING OF THE WEST WIND 



Spring 



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Slowly, warily, peeps the great orb 



Over the rim of the dawn. 

 Yawning in luxury, stretches his arms 



Tracing his course in the sky. 



Climbing resplendent his ladder of gold 



As gently young Zephyr comes crooning. 



Wind of the West, Wind of the Spring, 

 Playmate of sun and of rain. 



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