Be in me as the eternal moods of the bleak wind and not as transient things are,

gaiety of flowers.

Have me in the strong loneliness of sunless cliffs and of gray waters.

Let the God speak softly of us in days hereafter.

The shadowy flowers of Orcus remember thee.

Listen to the wind RON in the shadow

Listen to the wind blow,

Run in the Shadow,

The Shadow of Entitled Opinions,

where Cerberus has no dominion,

and thought moves unfettered.

I saw you toss the kites on high and blow the birds about the sky,

and I'lleser the vent beaigne my tte new.

Storms on the stone cliffs beaten,

fell on the stern and icy feathers,

full off the eagle screamed with spray on his pinion.

I am the wind, I blow from without, I blow from within,

bearing seafarers of the soul pass the straits of sin.

Let's begin then with our comrade of the sea, Joseph Conrad.

There is no part of the world of coasts, continents, oceans, seas, straits, capes, and islands

which are not under the sway of a raining wind.

As a ruler, the east wind has a remarkable stability.

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