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Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while overhead
The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In silvery arches spanning the air,
Saw you my true love anywhere?
Welladay! Welladay!
For the winds of May!
Love is unhappy when love is away!
Winds Of May, That Dance On The Sea
James Joyce
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Poem topics: I love you, away, dance, sea, true, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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