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Name: The Winds - I
Author: William Cullen Bryant

Ye winds, ye unseen currents of the air,

Softly ye played a few brief hours ago;

Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the hair

O’er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow;

Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue;

Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew;

Before you the catalpa’s blossoms flew,

Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow.

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Chicago: William Cullen Bryant, "I," The Winds Original Sources, accessed April 18, 2025, http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=R36IWPFY6AF1WG1.

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