blow

With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, 🔊

And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, 🔊

For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. 🔊

Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow! 🔊

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; 🔊

The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze up-blew; 🔊

Sweetly, sweetly blew the breezeOn me alone it blew. 🔊

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