Geri
But I am that which unseen comes and sings, sings, sings,Which babbles in brooks and scoots in showers on the land,Which the birds know in the woods mornings and evenings,And the shore-sands know and the hissing wave,And that banner and pennant,Aloft there flapping and flapping.
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