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chapter-400		chapter-400			.txt	text/plain	200	18	85	To the Sun-Set Breeze Ah, whispering, something again, unseen, Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door, Thou, laving, tempering all, cool-freshing, gently vitalizing Me, old, alone, sick, weak-down, melted-worn with sweat; Thou, nestling, folding close and firm yet soft, companion better than talk, book, art, (Thou hast, O Nature! elements! utterance to my heart beyond the rest--and this is of them,) So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe within--thy soothing fingers my face and hands, Thou, messenger--magical strange bringer to body and spirit of me, I feel the sky, the prairies vast--I feel the mighty northern lakes, I feel the ocean and the forest--somehow I feel the globe itself Thou blown from lips so loved, now gone--haply from endless store, (For thou art spiritual, Godly, most of all known to my sense,) Art thou not universal concretes distillation? Hast thou no soul?	./cache/chapter-400.txt	./txt/chapter-400.txt