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I will go out to grass with that old King	A
For I am weary of clothes and cooks	B
I long to lie along the banks of brooks	B
And watch the boughs above me sway and swing	A
Come I will pluck off custom's livery	C
Nor longer be a lackey to old Time	D
Time shall serve me and at my feet shall fling	A
The spoil of listless minutes I shall climb	D
The wild trees for my food and run	E
Through dale and upland as a fox runs free	C
Laugh for cool joy and sleep i' the warm sun	E
And men will call me mad like that old King	A
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For I am woodland natured and have made	F
Dryads my bedfellows	G
And I have played	F
With the sleek Naiads in the splash of pools	H
And made a mock of gowned and trousered fools	H
Helen none knows	G
Better than thou how like a Faun I strayed	F
And I am half Faun now and my heart goes	G
Out to the forest and the crack of twigs	I
The drip of wet leaves and the low soft laughter	J
Of brooks that chuckle o'er old mossy jests	K
And say them over to themselves the nests	K
Of squirrels and the holes the chipmunk digs	I
Where through the branches the slant rays	L
Dapple with sunlight the leaf matted ground	M
And the wind comes with blown vesture rustling after	J
And through the woven lattice of crisp sound	M
A bird's song lightens like a maiden's face	N
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O wildwood Helen let them strive and fret	O
Those goggled men with their dissecting knives	P
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Let them in charnel houses pass their lives	Q
And seek in death life's secret And let	O
Those hard faced worldlings prematurely old	R
Gnaw their thin lips with vain desire to get	O
Portia's fair fame or Lesbia's carcanet	O
Or crown of Caesar or Catullus	Q
Apicius' lampreys or Crassus' gold	O
For these consider many things but yet	O
By land nor sea	Q
They shall not find the way to Arcady	O
The old home of the awful heart dear Mother	J
Whereto child dreams and long rememberings lull us	Q
Far from the cares that overlay and smother	J
The memories of old woodland out door mirth	S
In the dim first life burst centuries ago	T
The sense of the freedom and nearness of Earth	S
Nay this they shall not know	T
For who goes thither	J
Leaves all the cark and clutch of his soul behind	O
The doves defiled and the serpents shrined	O
The hates that wax and the hopes that wither	J
Nor does he journey seeking where it be	Q
But wakes and finds himself in Arcady	O
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Hist there's a stir in the brush	U
Was it a face through the leaves	Q
Back of the laurels a skurry and rush	U
Hillward then silence except for the thrush	U
That throws one song from the dark of the bush	V
And is gone and I plunge in the wood and the swift soul cleaves	Q
Through the swirl and the flow of the leaves	Q
As a swimmer stands with his white limbs bare to the sun	E
For the space that a breath is held and drops in the sea	Q
And the undulant woodland folds round me intimate fluctuant free	Q
Like the clasp and the cling of waters	Q
and the reach and the effort is done	E
There is only the glory of living exultant to be	Q
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O goodly damp smell of the ground	O
O rough sweet bark of the trees	Q
O clear sharp cracklings of sound	O
O life that's a thrill and a bound	O
With the vigor of boyhood and morning and the noontide's rapture of ease	Q
Was there ever a weary heart in the world	O
A lag in the body's urge or a flag of the spirit's wings	Q
Did a man's heart ever break	W
For a lost hope's sake	W
For here there is lilt in the quiet and calm in the quiver of things	Q
Ay this old oak gray grown and knurled	O
Solemn and sturdy and big	X
Is as young of heart as alert and elate in his rest	O
As the nuthatch there that clings to the tip of the twig	X
And scolds at the wind that it buffets too rudely its nest	O
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Oh what is it breathes in the air	J
Oh what is it touches my cheek	Y
There's a sense of a presence that lurks in the branches	Q
But where	J
Is it far is it far to seek	Y

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