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Letter IX To Morrow	A
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O Love O Love O Gateway of Delight	B
Thou porch of peace thou pageant of the prime	C
Of all God's creatures I am here to climb	C
Thine upward steps and daily and by night	B
To gaze beyond them and to search aright	B
The far off splendour of thy track sublime	C
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For in thy precincts on the further side	B
Beyond the turret where the bells are rung	D
Beyond the chapel where the rites are sung	D
There is a garden fit for any bride	B
O Love by thee by thee are sanctified	B
The joys thereof to keep our spirits young	D
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By thee dear Love by thee if all be well	E
And we be wise enough to own the touch	F
Of some bright folly that has thrill'd us much	F
By thee till death we may regain the spell	E
Of wizard Merlin and in every dell	E
Confront a Muse and bow to it as such	F
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IV	G
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Love Happy Love Behold me where I stand	B
This side thy portal with my straining eyes	H
Turn'd to the Future Cloudless are the skies	H
And far adown the road which thou hast spann'd	B
I see the groves of that elected land	B
Which is the place I call my paradise	I
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V	G
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But what is this The plains are known to me	G
The hills are known the fields the little fence	J
The noisy brook as clear as innocence	K
And this old oak the wonder of the lea	G
Which stops the wind to know if there shall be	G
Sorrow for men or pride or recompense	J
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VI	G
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I know these things yet hold it little blame	L
To know them not though in their proud array	M
The flowers advance to make the world so gay	M
Ah what a change The things I know by name	L
Look unfamiliar all and like a flame	L
The roses burn upon the hedge to day	M
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VII	G
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The grass is velvet There are pearls thereon	N
And golden signs and braid that doth appear	O
Made for a bridal This is fairy gear	O
If I mistake not I shall know anon	N
Nature herself will teach me how to con	N
The new found words to thank the glowing year	O
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VIII	G
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This is the path that led me to the brook	P
And this the mead and this the mossy slope	Q
And this the place where breezes did elope	Q
With giddy moths enamour'd of a look	P
And here I sat alone or with a book	P
Dreaming the dreams of constancy and hope	Q
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IX	J
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I loved the river well but not till now	N
Did I perceive the marvels of the shore	R
This is a cave and this an emerald floor	R
And here Sir Englantine might make a vow	N
And here a king a guilty king might bow	N
Before a child and break his word no more	R
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X	J
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The day is dying I shall see him die	G
And I shall watch the sunset and the red	B
Of all that splendour when the day is dead	B
And I shall see the stars upon the sky	G
And think them torches that are lit on high	G
To light the Lord Apollo to his bed	B
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XI	J
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And sweet To morrow like a golden bark	S
Will call for me and lead me on apace	J
To where I shall behold in all her grace	J
Mine own true Lady whom a happy lark	S
Did late salute appointing after dark	S
A nightingale to carol in his place	J
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XII	J
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Oh come to me Oh come belov d day	M
O sweet To morrow Youngest of the sons	J
Of old King Time to whom Creation runs	J
As men to God Oh quickly with thy ray	M
Anoint my head and teach me how to pray	M
As gentle Jesus taught the little ones	J
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XIII	J
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I am aweary of the waiting hours	J
I am aweary of the tardy night	B
The hungry moments rob me of delight	B
The crawling minutes steal away my powers	J
And I am sick at heart as one who cowers	J
In lonely haunts remov'd from human sight	B
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XIV	G
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How shall I think the night was meant for sleep	T
When I must count the dreadful hours thereof	G
And cannot beat them down or bid them doff	G
Their hateful masks A man may wake and weep	T
From hour to hour and in the silence deep	T
See shadows move and almost hear them scoff	G
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XV	G
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Oh come to me To morrow like a friend	B
And not as one who bideth for the clock	U
Be swift to come and I will hear thee knock	U
And though the night refuse to make an end	B
Of her dull peace I promptly will descend	B
And let thee in and thank thee for the shock	U
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XVI	G
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Dear good To morrow in my life till now	N
I did not think to need thee quite so soon	N
I did not think that I should hate the moon	N
Or new or old or that my fevered brow	N
Requir'd the sun to cool it I will bow	N
To this new day that he may grant the boon	N
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XVII	G
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Yes 'twill consent The day will dawn at last	B
Day and the tide approach They cannot rest	B
They must approach They must by every test	B
Of all men's knowledge neither slow nor fast	B
Approach and front us When the night is past	B
The morrow's dawn will lead me to my quest	B
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XVIII	G
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Then shall I tremble greatly and be glad	B
For I shall meet my true love all alone	N
And none shall tell me of her dainty zone	N
And none shall say how sweetly she is clad	B
But I shall know it Men may call me mad	B
But I shall know how bright the world has grown	N
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XIX	J
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There is a grammar of the lips and eyes	J
And I have learnt it There are tokens sure	V
Of trust in love and I have found them pure	V
Is love the guerdon then Is love the prize	J
It is It is We find it in the skies	J
And here on earth 'tis all that will endure	V
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XX	J
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All things for love All things in some divine	N
And wish'd for way conspire as Nature knows	J
To some great good Where'er a daisy grows	J
There grows a joy The forest trees combine	N
To talk of peace when mortals would repine	N
And he is false to God who flouts the rose	J