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I	A
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A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough	B
A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread and Thou	B
nbsp nbsp nbsp Beside me singing in the Wilderness	C
O Wilderness were Paradise enow	D
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Some for the Glories of This World and some	E
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come	E
nbsp nbsp nbsp Ah take the Cash and let the Credit go	F
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum	E
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Look to the blowing Rose about us 'Lo	G
Laughing ' she says 'into the world I blow	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp At once the silken tassel of my Purse	H
Tear and its Treasure on the Garden throw '	-
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And those who husbanded the Golden grain	D
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain	D
nbsp nbsp nbsp Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd	I
As buried once Men want dug up again	D
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II	A
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Think in this batter'd Caravanserai	J
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day	K
nbsp nbsp nbsp How Sult n after Sult n with his Pomp	L
Abode his destined Hour and went his way	K
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They say the Lion and the Lizard keep	M
The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep	M
nbsp nbsp nbsp And Bahr m that great Hunter the wild Ass	N
Stamps o'er his Head but cannot break his Sleep	M
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I sometimes think that never blows so red	O
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled	O
nbsp nbsp nbsp That every Hyacinth the Garden wears	P
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head	O
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And this reviving Herb whose tender Green	D
Fledges the River Lip on which we lean	D
nbsp nbsp nbsp Ah lean upon it lightly for who knows	Q
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen	D
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Ah my Beloved fill the Cup that clears	R
TO DAY of past Regrets and Future Fears	R
nbsp nbsp nbsp To morrow Why To morrow I may be	S
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years	R
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For some we loved the loveliest and the best	T
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest	T
nbsp nbsp nbsp Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before	J
And one by one crept silently to rest	T
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And we that now make merry in the Room	U
They left and Summer dresses in new bloom	U
nbsp nbsp nbsp Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth	V
Descend ourselves to make a Couch for whom	U
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Ah make the most of what we yet may spend	W
Before we too into the Dust descend	W
nbsp nbsp nbsp Dust unto Dust and under Dust to lie	G
Sans Wine sans Song sans Singer and sans End	W
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III	A
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Ah with the Grape my fading Life provide	X
And wash my Body whence the Life has died	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp And lay me shrouded in the living Leaf	Y
By some not unfrequented Garden side	X
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Yon rising Moon that looks for us again	D
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane	D
nbsp nbsp nbsp How oft hereafter rising look or us	C
Through this same Garden and for one in vain	D
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And when like her O S k you shall pass	N
Among the Guests star scatter'd on the Grass	N
nbsp nbsp nbsp And in your joyous errand reach the spot	Z
Where I made One turn down an empty Glass	N
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WITH blackest moss the flower plots	A2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Were thickly crusted one and all	G
The rusted nails fell from the knots	A2
nbsp nbsp nbsp That held the pear to the gable wall	G
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange	B2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Unlifted was the clinking latch	C2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Weeded and worn the ancient thatch	C2
Upon the lonely moated grange	B2
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'My life is dreary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said	O
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead '	-
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Her tears fell with the dews at even	D
nbsp nbsp nbsp Her tears fell ere the dews were dried	X
She could not look on the sweet heaven	D
nbsp nbsp nbsp Either at morn or eventide	X
After the flitting of the bats	D2
nbsp nbsp nbsp When thickest dark did trance the sky	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp She drew her casement curtain by	G
And glanced athwart the glooming flats	D2
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'The night is dreary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead '	-
	-
Upon the middle of the night	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp Waking she heard the night fowl crow	S
The cock sung out an hour ere light	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp From the dark fen the oxen's low	S
Came to her without hope of change	B2
nbsp nbsp nbsp In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn	D
nbsp nbsp nbsp Till cold winds woke the gray eyed morn	D
About the lonely moated grange	B2
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'The day is dreary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead '	-
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About a stone cast from the wall	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp A sluice with blacken'd waters slept	X
And o'er it many round and small	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp The cluster'd marish mosses crept	X
Hard by a poplar shook alway	K
nbsp nbsp nbsp All silver green with gnarled bark	E2
nbsp nbsp nbsp For leagues no other tree did mark	E2
The level waste the rounding gray	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'My life is dreary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead '	-
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And ever when the moon was low	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp And the shrill winds were up and away	S
In the white curtain to and fro	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp She saw the gusty shadow sway	S
But when the moon was very low	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp And wild winds bound within their cell	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp The shadow of the poplar fell	G
Upon her bed across her brow	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'The night is dreary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead '	-
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All day within the dreamy house	F2
nbsp nbsp nbsp The doors upon their hinges creak'd	X
The blue fly sung in the pane the mouse	F2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd	X
Or from the crevice peer'd about	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors	G2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Old footsteps trod the upper floors	G2
Old voices call'd her from without	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'My life is dreary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary '	-
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead '	-
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The sparrow's chirrup on the roof	H2
nbsp nbsp nbsp The slow clock ticking and the sound	X
Which to the wooing wind aloof	H2
nbsp nbsp nbsp The poplar made did all confound	X
Her sense but most she loathed the hour	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp When the thick moted sunbeam lay	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp Athwart the chambers and the day	S
Was sloping toward his western bower	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp Then said she 'I am very dreary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp He will not come ' she said	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp She wept 'I am aweary aweary	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp O God that I were dead '	-

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