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George Lewis Avery

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When the winds blow from their lofty height
And rattle the windows with all their might
And the honking Geese pass quickly by
My hungry eyes are on the sky

When Autumn leaves begin to fall
My restless soul becomes a squall
Touching flame to a sea of oil
My Nordic blood begins to boil

At night when all the world is still
Mine eyes are fixed on the windows sill
For there the winds doth gently rap
Each tap as loud as a thunder clap

And the wind whose face is tightly pressed
Awakens urgings I have suppressed
To storm the valley and rush the hill
And It tips my cup to overspill

I have only to gaze on your form
And I am harbored from the storm
My heart is calmed by a tropic swell
And all is right in the world as well

The winds may blow from their lofty height
And rattle the windows with all their might
And the honking geese may pass above
But I am fortified by your love

.oeg ©

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