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Well you shall have that song which Leonard wrote	A
It was last summer on a tour in Wales	B
Old James was with me we that day had been	C
Up Snowdon and I wish'd for Leonard there	D
And found him in Llanberis then we crost	A
Between the lakes and clamber'd half way up	E
The counter side and that same song of his	F
He told me for I banter'd him and swore	G
They said he lived shut up within himself	H
A tongue tied Poet in the feverous days	I
That setting the how much before the how	J
Cry like the daughters of the horseleech 'Give	H
Cram us with all ' but count not me the herd	A
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To which 'They call me what they will ' he said	A
'But I was born too late the fair new forms	K
That float about the threshold of an age	L
Like truths of Science waiting to be caught	A
Catch me who can and make the catcher crown'd	A
Are taken by the forelock Let it be	M
But if you care indeed to listen hear	N
These measured words my work of yestermorn	C
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'We sleep and wake and sleep but all things move	H
The Sun flies forward to his brother Sun	C
The dark Earth follows wheel'd in her ellipse	O
And human things returning on themselves	P
Move onward leading up the golden year	Q
'Ah tho' the times when some new thought can bud	A
Are but as poets' seasons when they flower	R
Yet oceans daily gaining on the land	A
Have ebb and flow conditioning their march	S
And slow and sure comes up the golden year	Q
'When wealth no more shall rest in mounded heaps	T
But smit with fre r light shall slowly melt	A
In many streams to fatten lower lands	U
And light shall spread and man he liker man	C
Thro' all the season of the golden year	Q
'Shall eagles not be eagles wrens be wrens	U
If all the world were falcons what of that	A
The wonder of the eagle were the less	U
But he not less the eagle Happy days	U
Roll onward leading up the golden year	Q
'Fly happy happy sails and bear the Press	U
Fly happy with the mission of the Cross	U
Knit land to land and blowing havenward	A
With silks and fruits and spices clear of toll	V
Enrich the markets of the golden year	Q
'But we grow old Ah when shall all men's good	A
Be each man's rule and universal Peace	U
Lie like a shaft of light across the land	A
And like a lane of beams athwart the sea	U
Thro' all the circle of the golden year '	-
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Thus far he fiow'd and ended whereupon	C
'Ah folly ' in mimic cadence answer'd James	U
'Ah folly for it lies so far away	W
Not in our time nor in our children's time	X
'Tis like the second world to us that live	H
'Twere all as one to fix our hopes on Heaven	C
As on this vision of the golden year	Q
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With that he struck his staff against the rocks	U
And broke it James you know him old but full	Y
Of force and choler and firm upon his feet	A
And like an oaken stock in winter woods	U
O'erflourish'd with the hoary clematis	U
Then added all in heat	A
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'What stuff is this	U
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Old writers push'd the happy season back	Z
The more fools they we forward dreamers both	A2
You most that in an age when every hour	R
Must sweat her sixty minutes to the death	B2
Live on God love us as if the seedsman rapt	A
Upon the teeming harvest should not plunge	C2
His hand into the bag but well I know	C
That unto him who works and feels he works	U
This same grand year is ever at the doors '	-
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He spoke and high above I heard them blast	A
The steep slate quarry and the great echo flap	D2
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff	H

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