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Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare	A
And left the flush'd print in a poppy there	A
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came	B
And the fanning wind puff'd it to flapping flame	B
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With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank	C
The blood of the sun as he slaughter'd sank	C
And dipp'd its cup in the purpurate shine	D
When the eastern conduits ran with wine	D
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Till it grew lethargied with fierce bliss	E
And hot as a swink egrave d gipsy is	F
And drowsed in sleepy savageries	F
With mouth wide a pout for a sultry kiss	F
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A child and man paced side by side	G
Treading the skirts of eventide	G
But between the clasp of his hand and hers	F
Lay felt not twenty wither'd years	F
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She turn'd with the rout of her dusk South hair	A
And saw the sleeping gipsy there	A
And snatch'd and snapp'd it in swift child's whim	H
With 'Keep it long as you live ' to him	H
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And his smile as nymphs from their laving meres	F
Trembled up from a bath of tears	F
And joy like a mew sea rock'd apart	G
Toss'd on the wave of his troubled heart	G
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For he saw what she did not see	F
That as kindled by its own fervency	F
The verge shrivell'd inward smoulderingly	I
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And suddenly 'twixt his hand and hers	F
He knew the twenty wither'd years	F
No flower but twenty shrivell'd years	F
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'Was never such thing until this hour '	-
Low to his heart he said 'the flower	J
Of sleep brings wakening to me	F
And of oblivion memory '	-
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'Was never this thing to me ' he said	G
'Though with bruis egrave d poppies my feet are red '	-
And again to his own heart very low	I
'O child I love for I love and know	I
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'But you who love nor know at all	I
The diverse chambers in Love's guest hall	I
Where some rise early few sit long	K
In how differing accents hear the throng	K
His great Pentecostal tongue	L
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'Who know not love from amity	F
Nor my reported self from me	F
A fair fit gift is this meseems	F
You give this withering flower of dreams	F
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'O frankly fickle and fickly true	M
Do you know what the days will do to you	M
To your Love and you what the days will do	M
O frankly fickle and fickly true	M
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'You have loved me Fair three lives or days	F
'Twill pass with the passing of my face	F
But where I go your face goes too	M
To watch lest I play false to you	M
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'I am but my sweet your foster lover	J
Knowing well when certain years are over	J
You vanish from me to another	J
Yet I know and love like the foster mother	J
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'So frankly fickle and fickly true	M
For my brief life while I take from you	M
This token fair and fit meseems	F
For me this withering flower of dreams '	-
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The sleep flower sways in the wheat its head	G
Heavy with dreams as that with bread	G
The goodly grain and the sun flush'd sleeper	J
The reaper reaps and Time the reaper	J
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I hang 'mid men my needless head	G
And my fruit is dreams as theirs is bread	G
The goodly men and the sun hazed sleeper	J
Time shall reap but after the reaper	J
The world shall glean of me me the sleeper	J
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Love love your flower of wither'd dream	N
In leav egrave d rhyme lies safe I deem	N
Shelter'd and shut in a nook of rhyme	O
From the reaper man and his reaper Time	O
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Love I fall into the claws of Time	O
But lasts within a leav egrave d rhyme	O
All that the world of me esteems	F
My wither'd dreams my wither'd dreams	F

Francis Thompson

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