Nature
The South Wind: a Fisherman's Blessings
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Nature
O blessed drums of Aldershot!
O blessed South-west train!
O blessed, blessed Speaker's clock,
All prophesying rain!
O blessed yaffil, laughing loud!
O blessed falling glass!
O blessed fan of cold gray cloud!
O blessed smelling grass!
O bless'd South wind that toots his horn
Through every hole and crack!
I'm off at eight to-morrow morn,
To bring such fishes back!
Cite this poem
MLA
Kingsley, Charles. “The South Wind: a Fisherman's Blessings.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/kingsley/44/.
Chicago
Kingsley, Charles. “The South Wind: a Fisherman's Blessings.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/kingsley/44/.
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