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Green wind from the green-gold branches, what is the song you bring?
What are all songs for me, now, who no more care to sing?
Deep in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still,
But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

— William Sharp

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Cf. Carson McCullers

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The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.

Down beyond the haven the tide comes with a shout.

Across the silent stream
Where the dream-shadows go,
From the dim blue Hill of Dream
I have heard the west wind blow.

I hear the little children of the wind
Crying solitary in lonely places.

Love is a beautiful dream.

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