Wind Nymphs
Stands every headland upon
Each, seaward facing
If but felt a-twirl
Outlines a young girl
Diaphanous-gowned.
There, beneath, rising up on
Whose frolicesome air
Made of whom, wave-high
Or just teased in by
Delirious sound.
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