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| V | The winds out of the west land blow | | | Q |
| V | My friends have breathed them there; | | | |
| V | Warm with the blood of lads I know | | | |
| V | Comes east the sighing air. | | | Q |
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| V | It fanned their temples, filled their lungs, | 5 | | Q |
| V | Scattered their forelocks free; | | | |
| V | My friends made words of it with tongues | | | |
| V | That talk no more to me. | | | |
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| V | Their voices, dying as they fly, | | | |
| V | Thick on the wind are sown; | 10 | | |
| V | The names of men blow soundless by, | | | |
| V | My fellows' and my own. | | | |
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| V | Oh lads, at home I heard you plain, | | | |
| But here your speech is still, | | | |
| And down the sighing wind in vain | 15 | | |
| You hollo from the hill. | | | |
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| The wind and I, we both were there, | | | |
| V | But neither long abode; | | | |
| Now through the friendless world we fare | | | |
| V | And sigh upon the road. | 20 | | |