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THE VOICE OF THE CLOVER- WIND. 



WHEN the wind comes over the clover fields, 

 All sweet with the breath of June 

 When the world is white 

 With the magic light 

 Of the stars and the half-blown moon, 

 .'hen it seems to me that his melody 

 Brings a message from you, my own, 

 When the wind comes over 

 Far fields of clover, 

 And meadows newly mown. 



When the wind comes over the clover fields, 



All dank with the midnight dew, 

 When the tree-tops croon their ancient rune 

 He sings to my soul of you, 

 And the heart from my breast 

 To share his quest 



Out into the night has flown, 

 When the wind comes over 

 Far fields of clover, 



A Voice from the vast Unknown. 



— Mary Madison Lee. 



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