<h2><SPAN name="page115"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>THE SALT SEA-WIND</h2>
<p class="poetry">When Venus, mother and maker of blisses,<br/>
Rose out of the billows, large-limbed, and fair,<br/>
She stood on the sands and blew sweet kisses<br/>
To the salt sea-wind as she dried her hair.</p>
<p class="poetry">And the salt sea-wind was the first to caress
her<br/>
To praise her beauty and call her sweet,<br/>
The first of the whole wide world to possess her,<br/>
She, that creature of light and heat.</p>
<p class="poetry">Though the sea is old with its sorrows and
angers,<br/>
And the world has forgotten why love was born,<br/>
Yet the salt sea-wind is full of the languors<br/>
That Venus taught on her natal morn.</p>
<p class="poetry">And now whoever dwells there by the ocean,<br/>
And feels the wind on his hair and face,<br/>
Is stirred by a subtle and keen emotion,<br/>
The lingering spell of that first embrace.</p>
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