  Red Wind from out the East: Red wind of blight and blood! Ah, when wilt thou have ceased Thy bitter, stormy flood? Red Wind from over sea, Scourging our holy land! What angel loosened thee Out of his iron hand? Red Wind! whose word of might Winged thee with wings of flame? O fire of mournful night! What is thy Master's name? Red Wind! who bade thee burn, Branding our hearts? Who bade Thee on and never turn, Till waste our souls were laid? Red Wind! from out the West Pour Winds of Paradise: Winds of eternal rest, That weary souls entice. Thou scorchest the soft breath Of Paradise the kind: Red Wind of burning death! O Red Wind! hear God's voice: Hear thou, and fall, and cease. Let Inisfail rejoice In her Hesperian peace. Lionel Johnson |
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