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quot What should such fellows as I do	A
Crawling between earth and heaven quot	A
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Here is the phial here I turn the key	B
Sharp in the lock Click there's no doubt it turned	A
This is the third time there is luck in threes	C
Queen Luck that rules the world befriend me now	D
And freely I'll forgive you many wrongs	E
Just as the draught began to work first time	F
Tom Leigh my friend as friends go in the world	A
Burst in and drew the phial from my hand	A
Ah Tom ah Tom that was a sorry turn	G
And lectured me a lecture all compact	A
Of neatest newest phrases freshly culled	A
From works of newest culture quot common good quot	A
quot The world's great harmonies quot quot must be content	A
With knowing God works all things for the best	A
And Nature never stumbles quot Then again	H
quot The common good quot and still quot the common good quot	A
And what a small thing was our joy or grief	I
When weigh'd with that of thousands Gentle Tom	J
But you might wag your philosophic tongue	K
From morn till eve and still the thing's the same	L
I am myself as each man is himself	M
Feels his own pain joys his own joy and loves	N
With his own love no other's Friend the world	A
Is but one man one man is but the world	A
And I am I and you are Tom that bleeds	O
When needles prick your flesh mark yours not mine	P
I must confess it I can feel the pulse	Q
A beating at my heart yet never knew	A
The throb of cosmic pulses I lament	A
The death of youth's ideal in my heart	A
And to be honest never yet rejoiced	A
In the world's progress scarce indeed discerned	A
For still it seems that God's a Sisyphus	Q
With the world for stone	R
You shake your head I'm base	Q
Ignoble Who is noble you or I	S
I was not once thus Ah my friend we are	T
As the Fates make us	Q
This time is the third	A
The second time the flask fell from my hand	A
Its drowsy juices spilt upon the board	A
And there my face fell flat and all the life	U
Crept from my limbs and hand and foot were bound	A
With mighty chains subtle intangible	V
While still the mind held to its wonted use	Q
Or rather grew intense and keen with dread	A
An awful dread I thought I was in Hell	W
In Hell in Hell Was ever Hell conceived	A
By mortal brain by brain Divine devised	A
Darker more fraught with torment than the world	A
For such as I A creature maimed and marr'd	A
From very birth A blot a blur a note	A
All out of tune in this world's instrument	A
A base thing yet not knowing to fulfil	W
Base functions A high thing yet all unmeet	A
For work that's high A dweller on the earth	X
Yet not content to dig with other men	H
Because of certain sudden sights and sounds	Q
Bars of broke music furtive fleeting glimpse	Q
Of angel faces 'thwart the grating seen	Y
Perceived in Heaven Yet when I approach	Z
To catch the sound's completeness to absorb	A2
The faces' full perfection Heaven's gate	A
Which then had stood ajar sudden falls to	A
And I a shiver in the dark and cold	A
Scarce hear afar the mocking tones of men	H
quot He would not dig forsooth but he must strive	B2
For higher fruits than what our tillage yields	Q
Behold what comes my brothers of vain pride quot	A
Why play with figures trifle prettily	W
With this my grief which very simply's said	A
quot There is no place for me in all the world quot	A
The world's a rock and I will beat no more	C2
A breast of flesh and blood against a rock	D2
A stride across the planks for old time's sake	E2
Ah bare small room that I have sorrowed in	F2
Ay and on sunny days haply rejoiced	A
We know some things together you and I	S
Hold there you rang d row of books In vain	G2
You beckon from your shelf You've stood my friends	Q
Where all things else were foes yet now I'll turn	G
My back upon you even as the world	A
Turns it on me And yet farewell farewell	W
You lofty Shakespere with the tattered leaves	Q
And fathomless great heart your binding's bruised	A
Yet did I love you less Goethe farewell	W
Farewell triumphant smile and tragic eyes	Q
And pitiless world wisdom	H2
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For all men	H
These two And 'tis farewell with you my friends	Q
More dear because more near Theokritus	Q
Heine that stings and smiles Prometheus' bard	A
I've grown too coarse for Shelley latterly	W
And one wild singer of to day whose song	I2
Is all aflame with passionate bard's blood	A
Lash'd into foam by pain and the world's wrong	I2
At least he has a voice to cry his pain	G2
For him no silent writhing in the dark	J2
No muttering of mute lips no straining out	A
Of a weak throat a choke with pent up sound	A
A throb with pent up passion	K2
Ah my sun	K2
That's you then at the window looking in	F2
To beam farewell on one who's loved you long	I2
And very truly Up you creaking thing	L2
You squinting cobwebbed casement	A
So at last	A
I can drink in the sunlight How it falls	Q
Across that endless sea of London roofs	Q
Weaving such golden wonders on the grey	M2
That almost for the moment we forget	A
The world of woe beneath them	N2
Underneath	O2
For all the sunset glory Pain is king	L2
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Yet the sun's there and very sweet withal	W
And I'll not grumble that it's only sun	K2
But open wide my lips thus drink it in	F2
Turn up my face to the sweet evening sky	S
What royal wealth of scarlet on the blue	W
So tender toned you'd almost think it green	Y
And stretch my hands out so to grasp it tight	A
Ha ha 'tis sweet awhile to cheat the Fates	Q
And be as happy as another man	P2
The sun works in my veins like wine like wine	P
'Tis a fair world if dark indeed with woe	Q2
Yet having hope and hint of such a joy	R2
That a man winning well might turn aside	A
Careless of Heaven	K2
O enough I turn	G
From the sun's light or haply I shall hope	S2
I have hoped enough I would not hope again	H
'Tis hope that is most cruel	W
Tom my friend	A
You very sorry philosophic fool	W
'Tis you I think that bid me be resign'd	A
Trust and be thankful	W
Out on you Resign'd	A
I'm not resign'd not patient not school'd in	F2
To take my starveling's portion and pretend	A
I'm grateful for it I want all all all	W
I've appetite for all I want the best	A
Love beauty sunlight nameless joy of life	U
There's too much patience in the world I think	T2
We have grown base with crooking of the knee	B
Mankind say God has bidden to a feast	A
The board is spread and groans with cates and drinks	Q
In troop the guests each man with appetite	A
Keen whetted with expectance	Q
In they troop	U2
Struggle for seats jostle and push and seize	Q
What's this what's this There are not seats for all	W
Some men must stand without the gates and some	H2
Must linger by the table ill supplied	A
With broken meats One man gets meat for two	W
The while another hungers If I stand	A
Without the portals seeing others eat	A
Where I had thought to satiate the pangs	Q
Of mine own hunger shall I then come forth	V2
When all is done and drink my Lord's good health	W2
In my Lord's water Shall I not rather turn	G
And curse him curse him for a niggard host	A
O I have hungered hungered through the years	Q
Till appetite grows craving then disease	Q
I am starved wither'd shrivelled	A
Peace O peace	Q
This rage is idle what avails to curse	Q
The nameless forces the vast silences	Q
That work in all things	Q
This time is the third	A
I wrought before in heat stung mad with pain	G2
Blind scarcely understanding now I know	Q2
What thing I do	A
There was a woman once	Q
Deep eyes she had white hands a subtle smile	W
Soft speaking tones she did not break my heart	A
Yet haply had her heart been otherwise	Q
Mine had not now been broken Yet who knows	Q
My life was jarring discord from the first	A
Tho' here and there brief hints of melody	A
Of melody unutterable clove the air	X2
From this bleak world into the heart of night	A
The dim deep bosom of the universe	Q
I cast myself I only crave for rest	A
Too heavy is the load I fling it down	Y2
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EPILOGUE	Z2
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We knocked and knocked at last burst in the door	C2
And found him as you know the outstretched arms	Q
Propping the hidden face The sun had set	A
And all the place was dim with lurking shade	A
There was no written word to say farewell	W
Or make more clear the deed	A
I search'	Z