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I took a year out of my life and story	A
A dead year and said I will hew thee a tomb	B
'All the kings of the nations lie in glory '	C
Cased in cedar and shut in a sacred gloom	B
Swathed in linen and precious unguents old	D
Painted with cinnabar and rich with gold	D
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Silent they rest in solemn salvatory	A
Sealed from the moth and the owl and the flitter mouse	E
Each with his name on his brow	A
'All the kings of the nations lie in glory	A
Every one in his own house '	-
Then why not thou	A
	-
Year I said thou shalt not lack	F
Bribes to bar thy coming back	F
Doth old Egypt wear her best	G
In the chambers of her rest	G
Doth she take to her last bed	H
Beaten gold and glorious red	H
Envy not for thou wilt wear	A
In the dark a shroud as fair	A
Golden with the sunny ray	A
Thou withdrawest from my day	A
Wrought upon with colors fine	I
Stolen from this life of mine	I
Like the dusty Lybian kings	J
Lie with two wide open wings	J
On thy breast as if to say	A
On these wings hope flew away	A
And so housed and thus adorned	K
Not forgotten but not scorned	K
Let the dark for evermore	A
Close thee when I close the door	A
And the dust for ages fall	L
In the creases of thy pall	M
And no voice nor visit rude	N
Break thy seal d solitude	N
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I took the year out of my life and story	A
The dead year and said I have hewed thee a tomb	B
'All the kings of the nations lie in glory '	-
Cased in cedar and shut in a sacred gloom	B
But for the sword and the sceptre and diadem	O
Sure thou didst reign like them	O
So I laid her with those tyrants old and hoary	A
According to my vow	A
For I said The kings of the nations lie in glory	A
And so shalt thou	A
	-
Rock I said thy ribs are strong	P
That I bring thee guard it long	P
Hide the light from buried eyes	Q
Hide it lest the dead arise	Q
Year I said and turned away	A
I am free of thee this day	A
All that we two only know	R
I forgive and I forego	R
So thy face no more I meet	S
In the field or in the street	S
	-
Thus we parted she and I	T
Life hid death and put it by	T
Life hid death and said Be free	A
I have no more need of thee	A
No more need O mad mistake	U
With repentance in its wake	U
Ignorant and rash and blind	V
Life had left the grave behind	V
But had locked within its hold	D
With the spices and the gold	D
All she had to keep her warm	W
In the raging of the storm	W
	-
Scarce the sunset bloom was gone	X
And the little stars outshone	Y
Ere the dead year stiff and stark	Z
Drew me to her in the dark	Z
Death drew life to come to her	A
Beating at her sepulchre	A
Crying out How can I part	A2
With the best share of my heart	A2
Lo it lies upon the bier	A
Captive with the buried year	A
O my heart And I fell prone	Y
Weeping at the seal d stone	Y
Year among the shades I said	H
Since I live and thou art dead	H
Let my captive heart be free	A
Like a bird to fly to me	A
And I stayed some voice to win	B2
But none answered from within	B2
And I kissed the door and night	C2
Deepened till the stars waxed bright	C2
And I saw them set and wane	D2
And the world turn green again	E2
	-
So I whispered open door	A
I must tread this palace floor	A
Seal d palace rich and dim	F2
Let a narrow sunbeam swim	F2
After me and on me spread	H
While I look upon my dead	H
Let a little warmth be free	A
To come after let me see	A
Through the doorway when I sit	G2
Looking out the swallows flit	G2
Settling not till daylight goes	H2
Let me smell the wild white rose	H2
Smell the woodbine and the may	A
Mark upon a sunny day	A
Sated from their blossoms rise	Q
Honey bees and butterflies	Q
Let me hear O let me hear	A
Sitting by my buried year	A
Finches chirping to their young	I2
And the little noises flung	I2
Out of clefts where rabbits play	A
Or from falling water spray	A
And the gracious echoes woke	J2
By man's work the woodman's stroke	J2
Shout of shepherd whistlings blithe	K2
And the whetting of the scythe	L2
Let this be lest shut and furled	A
From the well beloved world	A
I forget her yearnings old	A
And her troubles manifold	A
Strivings sore submissions meet	A
And my pulse no longer beat	A
Keeping time and bearing part	A
With the pulse of her great heart	A
	-
So swing open door and shade	A
Take me I am not afraid	A
For the time will not be long	P
Soon I shall have waxen strong	P
Strong enough my own to win	B2
From the grave it lies within	B2
And I entered On her bier	A
Quiet lay the buried year	A
I sat down where I could see	A
Life without and sunshine free	A
Death within And I between	M2
Waited my own heart to wean	M2
From the shroud that shaded her	A
In the rock hewn sepulchre	A
Waited till the dead should say	A
Heart be free of me this day	A
Waited with a patient will	N2
AND I WAIT BETWEEN THEM STILL	N2
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I take the year back to my life and story	A
The dead year and say I will share in thy tomb	B
'All the kings of the nations lie in glory '	-
Cased in cedar and shut in a sacred gloom	B
They reigned in their lifetime with sceptre and diadem	O
But thou excellest them	O
For life doth make thy grave her oratory	A
And the crown is still on thy brow	A
'All the kings of the nations lie in glory '	-
And so dost thou	A

Jean Ingelow

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