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I	A
What is it haunts the summer air	B
A sense of something lately passed away	C
Something pleasant something fair	B
That was with us yesterday	C
And is no longer there	B
Now from the pasture comes no baby bleat	C
Nor the frisk of frolic feet	C
There is seen	D
Blossom and bloom have spread their wings and flown	E
And the bosks and orchards green	D
The rosy flush of childhood have outgrown	E
Lapwing and linnet and lark have fledged their brood	C
Mavis and merle have gotten their desire	F
The nightingale begins to tire	F
Even the cuckoo's note hath fitful grown	E
And in the closing leafage of the wood	C
The ringdove now is left to coo alone	E
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II	A
Then revel in your roses reckless June	G
Revel and ripen swift to your decay	C
But your turn will follow soon	G
And the rounding harvest moon	G
Avenge the too brief innocence of May	C
Yet once again there scents the morning air	B
The soul of something passed away	C
Something precious something fair	B
That was breathing yesterday	C
And is no longer there	B
It is Autumn dying dying	H
With her leaves around her lying	H
And Winter beggared heir unprofitably sighing	H
Let her die	C
Unto us as unto her	F
Earth is but a sepulchre	F
And the over arching sky	C
Neither asks nor wonders why	C
Those who here are left behind	C
Season sweet and spacious mind	C
Fain would save	I
Yet with pale visages and streaming tears	J
Must watch the harvest of the ripened years	K
Locked in the bootless granary of the grave	I
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III	A
Why do you call me hence	L
To purge what fault to punish what offence	L
Had I maligned my lot	C
Or ever once the privilege forgot	C
Of being though the spirit's inward sense	L
Mirror and measure of all things that are	F
Then it were right were just	C
That like a falling leaf or failing star	F
The winds of Heaven should blow about my dust	C
Or had I used the years as waifs and strays	L
To build myself a comfortable nest	C
Groped life for golden garbage like the rest	C
And as a lacquey on the public ways	L
For private profit hired out my tongue	M
Then against death 'twere vain to plead	C
Then then 'twere meet indeed	C
I should grow silenced like a bell unrung	M
But bear me witness every Spring that came	N
Since first with trembling furtive frame	N
Out of my little crib I crept	C
While others slept	C
Because to me the rising moon	G
Was more than sleep or toy or boon	G
That never yet the thrush resumed to sing	M
But straight my heart did build my voice was on the wing	M
Found the first primrose gazing frank	M
From its cradle in the bank	M
Harked for the cuckoo days before he called	C
Then halted at his note enthralled	C
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IV	I
Why do you beckon to another sphere	F
Here was I born	O
Am deeply rooted here	F
And would not be uptorn	O
I want no other fields than these	L
No other skies	L
No redder dawn to break on bluer seas	L
No brighter stars to rise	L
Neither do I crave to know	O
The origin of joy and woe	O
I love the doubt the dark the fear	F
That still surroundeth all things here	F
I love the mystery nor seek to solve	I
Content to let the stars revolve	I
Nor ask to have their meaning clear	F
Enough for me enough to feel	P
To let the mystic shadows steal	P
Into a land whither I cannot follow	O
To see the stealthy sunlight leave	I
Dewy dingle dappled hollow	O
To watch when falls the hour of eve	I
Quiet shadows on a quiet hill	Q
To watch to wonder and be still	Q
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V	I
And can it be	I
That there will break the day	C
For me for me	I
When I no more shall hear the throstle flute	C
Not because his voice is mute	C
But that my soul sleeps stupefied in clay	C
Never what never again	O
Deep within some silent glen	O
To make a couch with peace far from surmise of men	O
Never never more to stand	C
Spell bound in a leafy land	C
Lie among the grasses tall	R
Hear the yaffel call and call	R
And lazily watch the lazy clouds slow floating over all	R
That time and life will be but I shall ne'er	F
Find little feet upon the stair	F
Feel little arms about my throat	C
Hear little gleeful voices float	C
Upon the wavelets of the summer air	F
That I again shall never share	F
The peace that lies upon an English lawn	O
Watch the last lingering planet shining fair	F
Upon the unwrinkled forehead of the dawn	O
Never never never more	F
When fate or fancy bids me roam	S
Lessen with loving thoughts the last long mile	T
That leads unto my home	S
Descry the roses down the casement falling	M
Hear the garden thrushes calling	M
Behold my dear ones standing at the door	F
Void of fear void of guile	T
And hail as I so oft have hailed before	F
The broadening salutation of their smile	T
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VI	I
Who will salute me There	F
Who who come forth to greet	C
Will Virgil stand upon the golden stair	F
Shall I see Spenser's face and sit at Shakespeare's feet	C
Will Galileo with unshrouded gaze	L
Guide me through the starry maze	L
Upon wings that never tire	F
Up to the Heaven of Heavens and higher and ever higher	F
If this be so	O
Quick let me go	O
But ah pale spectre paler still you grow	O
You would but lure me to the other bank	M
To find it blank	M
Of all we loved not one hath e'er come back	M
To beckon us along the track	M
To point the way to indicate the goal	U
And stretch out steadying arms to help the tottering soul	U
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VII	I
But wilt thou make this compact with me Death	V
And keep thy bond	C
That even if mine be but borrowed breath	V
Lent here awhile to be reclaimed beyond	C
And its poor husk be dug into the ground	C
Then though the Future may not find my face	L
Nor arms that love me round my neck be wound	C
Fair lips that lisp not yet my name shall sound	C
And hearts that beat not yet be my warm dwellingplace	L
That under trees which have no rootlets now	O
But will then be trunk and bough	O
And dome of sheltering leaves sometimes	L
A tender tear shall fall upon my rhymes	L
And hearts at secret war with life	I
Or dreaming maid or disillusioned wife	I
Shall my persuasive music bless	L
Shall call me comforter in their distress	L
And make me live again in sorrowing loveliness	L
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VIII	I
So unto Death I do commend my Spirit	C
And Time which is in league with Death that they	C
May hold in trust and see my kin inherit	C
All of me that is not clay	C
Embalm my voice and keep it from decay	C
Then I will not ask to stay	C
Nay rather start at once upon the way	C
Cheered by the faith that at our mortal birth	W
For some high reason beyond Reason's ken	O
We are put out to nurse on this strange earth	W
Until Death comes to take us home again	O

Alfred Austin

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