The High Winds Adventurer

With Signals to a Weather-vane

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Singer from the high cliffs at the ends of the earth,

Sender of whirling tales

Bend them to issue out a far cry;

Make them slap upon and off

The sweat-faced rocks;

Only to follow brooks, chase the geese flocks.

Then to eventuate: somewhere swallowed up

By hungry depths of crevice.

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My fellow wandering searchers,

Gleaners of lost and fallen squalls:

“Look hard and you might tell

The cloud bank from the mighty jutting snow caps.

(Everything has been regulated in scale

On your topographical guide maps.)”

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Singer from the high cliffs at the ends of the earth

Send compressed melodies in tra ...