The West Wind Classic Reprint

Excerpt from The West Wind Rom out the city's maelstrom To thee with thankfulness I come, For thou dost scatter in thy breeze The treasure of a thousand seas! Thou hast the breath of spicy gales From islands of unfurling sails, And, scarce above the tide, the shores Irradiate of madrepores. There thou, perchance, hast blown athwart Some mouldering fabric all amort, Whose heart, dear God! May even be A sepulchre amid the sea. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.