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'Tis a poor drizzly morning dark and sad	A
The cloud has fallen and filled with fold on fold	B
The chimneyed city and the smoke is caught	C
And spreads diluted in the cloud and sinks	D
A black precipitate on miry streets	E
And faces gray glide through the darkened fog	F
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Slave engines utter again their ugly growl	G
And soon the iron bands and blocks of stone	H
That prison them to their task will strain and quiver	I
Until the city tremble The clamour of bells	J
Importunate keeps calling pale faced forms	K
To gather and feed those Samsons' groaning strength	L
With labour and among the many come	M
A man and woman the woman with her gown	N
Drawn over her head the man with bended neck	O
Submissive to the rain Amid the jar	P
And clash and shudder of the awful force	Q
They enter and part each to a different task	R
But each a soul of knowledge to brute force	Q
Working a will through the organized whole	S
Of cranks and belts and levers pinions and screws	T
Wherewith small man has eked his body out	U
And made himself a mighty weary giant	V
In labour close they pass the murky day	W
'Mid floating dust of swift revolving wheels	X
And filmy spoil of quick contorted threads	Y
Which weave a sultry chaos all about	U
Until at length old darkness swelling slow	Z
Up from the caves of night to make an end	A2
Chokes in its tide the clanking of the looms	B2
The monster engines and the flying gear	C2
'Tis Earth that draws her curtains and calls home	D2
Her little ones and sets her down to nurse	E2
Her tired children like a mother ghost	F2
With her neglected darlings in the dark	G2
So out they walk with sense of glad release	H2
And home to a dreary place Unfinished walls	I2
Earth heaps and broken bricks and muddy pools	J2
Lie round it like a rampart against the spring	K2
The summer and all sieges of the year	C2
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But Lo the dark has opened an eye of fire	I
The room reveals a temple witnessed by signs	L2
Seen in the ancient place Lo here is light	M2
Yea burning fire with darkness on its skirts	N2
Pure water ready to baptize and bread	O2
And in the twilight edges of the light	M2
A book and for the cunning woven veil	P2
Their faces hiding God's own holiest place	Q2
Even their bed figures the would be grave	R2
Where One arose triumphant slept no more	S2
So at their altar table they sit down	N
To eat their Eucharist for to the heart	T2
That reads the live will in the dead command	U2
He is the bread yea all of every meal	V2
But as in weary rest they silent sit	W2
They gradually grow aware of light	M2
That overcomes their lamp and through the blind	X2
Casts from the window frame two shadow glooms	Q2
That make a cross of darkness on the white	M2
The woman rises eagerly looks out	U
Lo some fair wind has mown the earth sprung fog	F
And far aloft the white exultant moon	Y2
From her blue window curtained all with white	M2
Looks greeting them God's creatures they and she	Z2
Smiling she turns he understands the smile	A3
To morrow will be fair as holy fair	B3
And lying down in sleep they die till morn	C3
While through their night throb low aurora gleams	Q2
Of resurrection and the coming dawn	D3
They wake 'tis Sunday Still the moon is there	B3
But thin and ghostly clothed upon with light	M2
As if while they were sleeping she had died	E3
They dress themselves like priests in clean attire	I
And through their lowly door enter God's room	F3
The sun is up the emblem on his shield	G3
One side the street the windows all are moons	Q2
To light the other side that lies in shade	H3
See down the sun side an old woman come	M
In a red cloak that makes the whole street glad	A
A long belated autumn flower she seems	Q2
Dazed by the rushing of the new born life	I3
Up hidden stairs to see the calling sun	J3
But in her cloak and smile they know the spring	K2
And haste to meet her through slow dissolving streets	Q2
Widening to larger glimmers of growing green	K3
Oh far away the streets repel the spring	K2
Yet every stone in the dull pavement shares	Q2
The life that thrills anew the outworn earth	L3
A right Bethesda angel for all not some	M
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A street unfinished leads them forth at length	L
Where green fields bask and hedgerow trees apart	T2
Stand waiting in the air as for some good	M3
And the sky is broad and blue and there is all	N3
No peaceful river meditates along	O3
The weary flat to the less level sea	Z2
No forest brown on pillared stems its boughs	Q2
Meeting in gothic arches bears aloft	P3
A groined vault fretted with tremulous leaves	Q2
No mountains lift their snows and send their brooks	Q2
Down babbling with the news of silent things	Q2
But love itself is commonest of all	N3
And loveliest of all in all the worlds	Q2
And he that hath not forest brook or hill	Q3
Must learn to read aright what commoner books	Q2
Unfold before him If ocean solitudes	Q2
Then darkness dashed with glory infinite shades	Q2
And misty minglings of the sea and sky	R3
If only fields the humble man of heart	T2
Will revel in the grass beneath his foot	S3
And from the lea lift his glad eye to heaven	J3
God's palette where his careless painter hand	U2
Sweeps comet clouds that net the gazing soul	S
Streaks endless stairs and blots half sculptured blocks	Q2
Curves filmy pallors heaps huge mountain crags	Q2
Nor touches where it leaves not beauty's mark	G2
To them the sun and air are feast enough	T3
As through field paths and lanes they slowly walk	U3
But sometimes on the far horizon dim	V3
A veil is lifted and they spy the hills	Q2
Cloudlike and faint yet sharp against the sky	R3
Then wakes an unknown want which asks and looks	Q2
As for some thing forgot loved long ago	Z
But on the hither verge of childhood dropt	U2
'Tis but home sickness roused in the soul by Spring	K2
Fresh birth and eager growth reviving life	I3
Which is because it would be fill the world	U2
The very light is new born with the grass	Q2
The stones themselves are warm the brown earth swells	Q2
Filled sponge like with dark beams which nestle close	Q2
And brood unseen and shy and potent warm	W3
In every little corner nest and crack	X3
Where buried lurks a blind and sleepy seed	U2
Waiting the touch of the finger of the sun	J3
The mossy stems and boughs where yet no life	I3
Oozes exuberant in brown and green	K3
Are clad in golden splendours crossed and lined	U2
With shuttle shadows weaving lovely change	Y3
Through the tree tops the west wind rushing goes	Q2
Calling and rousing the dull sap within	Z3
The fine jar down the stem sinks tremulous	Q2
From airy root thrilling to earthy branch	A4
And though as yet no buddy baby dots	Q2
Sparkle the darkness of the hedgerow twigs	Q2
The smoke dried bark appears to spread and swell	B4
In the soft nurture of the warm light bath	C4
The sun had left behind him the keystone	H
Of his low arch half way when they turned home	D2
Filled with pure air and light and operant spring	K2
Back like the bees they went to their dark house	Q2
To store their innocent spoil in honeyed thought	U2
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But on their way crossing a field they chanced	U2
Upon a spot where once had been a home	D2
And roots of walls still peered out grown with moss	Q2
'Twas a dead cottage mouldered quite where yet	U2
Lay the old shadow of a vanished care	B3
The little garden's blunt half blotted map	D4
Was yet discernible by thinner grass	Q2
Upon the walks There in the midst of dry	R3
Bushes dead flowers rampant uncomely weeds	Q2
A single snowdrop drooped its snowy drop	E4
The lonely remnant of a family	Z2
That in the garden dwelt about the home	D2
Reviving with the spring when home was gone	D3
They see its spiritual counterpart	U2
Wakes up and blossoms white in their meek souls	Q2
A longing patient waiting hopefulness	Q2
The snowdrop of the heart a heavenly child	U2
That pale with the earthly cold hangs its fair head	U2
As it had nought to say 'gainst any world	U2
While they in whom it dwells nor knows itself	F4
Inherit in their meekness all the worlds	Q2
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I love thee flower as a slow lingerer	R3
Upon the verge of my humanity	Z2
Lo on thine inner leaves and in thy heart	U2
The loveliest green acknowledging the grass	Q2
White minded memory of lowly friends	Q2
But almost more I love thee for the earth	L3
Which clings to thy transfigured radiancy	Q2
Uplifted with thee from thine abandoned grave	R2
Say rather the soiling of thy garments pure	R3
Upon thy road into the light and air	R3
The heaven of thy new birth Some gentle rain	G4
Will one day wash thee white and send the earth	L3
Back to the earth but sweet friend while it clings	Q2
I love the cognizance of our family	Z2
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With careful hands uprooting it they bore	R3
The little plant a willing captive home	D2
Fearless of dark abode because secure	R3
In its own tale of light As once of old	U2
The angel of the annunciation shone	H
Bearing all heaven into a common house	Q2
It brings in with it field and sky and air	R3
A pot of mould its one poor tie to earth	L3
Its heaven an ell of blue 'twixt chimney tops	Q2
Its world the priests of that small temple room	F3
It takes its prophet place with fire and book	H4
Type of primeval spring whose mighty arc	G2
Hath not yet drawn the summer up the sky	R3
At night when the dark shadow of the cross	Q2
Will enter clothed in moonlight still and wan	I4
Like a pale mourner at its foot the flower	R3
Will drooping wait the dawn Then the dark bird	U2
Which holds breast caged the secret of the sun	J3
And therefore hangs himself a prisoner caged	U2
Will break into its song Lo God is light	U2
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Weary and hopeful to their sleep they go	Z
And all night long the snowdrop glimmers white	U2
Thinning the dark unknowing it and unseen	K3
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Out of my verse I woke and saw my room	F3
My precious books the cherub forms above	J4
And rose and walked abroad and sought the woods	Q2
And roving odours met me on my way	W
I entered Nature's church a shimmering vault	U2
Of boughs and clouded leaves filmy and pale	P2
Betwixt me and the sun while at my feet	U2
Their shadows dark and seeming solid lay	W
Like tombstones o'er the vanished flowers of Spring	K2
The place was silent save for the broken song	O3
Of some Memnonian glory stricken bird	U2
That burst into a carol and was still	Q3
It was not lonely golden beetles crept	U2
Green goblins in the roots and squirrel things	Q2
Ran wild as cherubs through the tracery	R3
And here and yonder a flaky butterfly	R3
Was doubting in the air scarlet and blue	K4
But 'twixt my heart and summer's perfect grace	Q2
Drove a dividing wedge and far away	W
It seemed like voice heard loud yet far away	W
By one who waking half soon sleeps outright	U2
Where was the snowdrop where the flower of hope	L4
In me the spring was throbbing round me lay	W
Resting fulfilled the odour breathing summer	R3
My heart heaved swelling like a prisoned bud	U2
And summer crushed it with its weight of light	U2
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Winter is full of stings and sharp reproofs	Q2
Healthsome not hurtful but yet hurting sore	R3
Summer is too complete for growing hearts	Q2
Too idle its noons its morns too triumphing	O3
Too full of slumberous dreams its dusky eves	Q2
Autumn is full of ripeness and the grave	R2
We need a broken season where the cloud	U2
Is ruffled into glory and the dark	O3
Falls rainful o'er the sunset need a world	U2
Whose shadows ever point away from it	U2
A scheme of cones abrupt and flattened spheres	Q2
And circles cut and perfect laws the while	A3
That marvellous imperfection ever points	Q2
To higher perfectness than heart can think	O3
Therefore to us a flower of harassed Spring	O3
Crocus or primrose or anemone	H
Is lovely as was never rosiest rose	Q2
A heath bell on a waste lonely and dry	R3
Says more than lily stately in breathing white	U2
A window through a vaulted roof of rain	G4
Lets in a light that comes from farther away	W
And sinking deeper spreads a finer joy	M4
Than cloudless noon tide splendorous o'er the world	U2
Man seeks a better home than Paradise	Q2
Therefore high hope is more than deepest joy	M4
A disappointment better than a feast	U2
And the first daisy on a wind swept lea	Z2
Dearer than Eden groves with rivers four	R3