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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882).  Complete Poetical Works.  1893.
 
Ultima Thule
Folk-Songs.
The Windmill
 
BEHOLD! a giant am I!
    Aloft here in my tower,
    With my granite jaws I devour
The maize, and the wheat, and the rye,
    And grind them into flour.        5
 
I look down over the farms;
    In the fields of grain I see
    The harvest that is to be,
And I fling to the air my arms,
    For I know it is all for me.        10
 
I hear the sound of flails
    Far off, from the threshing-floors
    In barns, with their open doors,
And the wind, the wind in my sails,
    Louder and louder roars.        15
 
I stand here in my place,
    With my foot on the rock below,
    And whichever way it may blow,
I meet it face to face
    As a brave man meets his foe.        20
 
And while we wrestle and strive,
    My master, the miller, stands
    And feeds me with his hands;
For he knows who makes him thrive,
    Who makes him lord of lands.        25
 
On Sundays I take my rest;
    Church-going bells begin
    Their low, melodious din;
I cross my arms on my breast,
    And all is peace within.        30
 
 
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