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I	A
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An empty sky a world of heather	B
Purple of foxglove yellow of broom	C
We two among them wading together	B
Shaking out honey treading perfume	C
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Crowds of bees are giddy with clover	B
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet	D
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over	B
Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet	D
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Flusheth the rise with her purple favor	B
Gloweth the cleft with her golden ring	E
'Twixt the two brown butterflies waver	B
Lightly settle and sleepily swing	E
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We two walk till the purple dieth	F
And short dry grass under foot is brown	G
But one little streak at a distance lieth	F
Green like a ribbon to prank the down	G
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II	A
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Over the grass we stepped unto it	H
And God He knoweth how blithe we were	B
Never a voice to bid us eschew it	H
Hey the green ribbon that showed so fair	I
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Hey the green ribbon we kneeled beside it	H
We parted the grasses dewy and sheen	J
Drop over drop there filtered and slided	H
A tiny bright beck that trickled between	J
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Tinkle tinkle sweetly it sang to us	K
Light was our talk as of fa ry bells	L
Fa ry wedding bells faintly rung to us	K
Down in their fortunate parallels	L
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Hand in hand while the sun peered over	B
We lapped the grass on that youngling spring	E
Swept back its rushes smoothed its clover	B
And said Let us follow it westering	E
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III	A
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A dappled sky a world of meadows	M
Circling above us the black rooks fly	A
Forward backward lo their dark shadows	M
Flit on the blossoming tapestry	N
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Flit on the beck for her long grass parteth	F
As hair from a maid's bright eyes blown back	E
And lo the sun like a lover darteth	F
His flattering smile on her wayward track	E
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Sing on we sing in the glorious weather	B
Till one steps over the tiny strand	H
So narrow in sooth that still together	B
On either brink we go hand in hand	H
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The beck grows wider the hands must sever	B
On either margin our songs all done	O
We move apart while she singeth ever	B
Taking the course of the stooping sun	O
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He prays Come over I may not follow	P
I cry Return but he cannot come	Q
We speak we laugh but with voices hollow	P
Our hands are hanging our hearts are numb	Q
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IV	R
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A breathing sigh a sigh for answer	B
A little talking of outward things	S
The careless beck is a merry dancer	B
Keeping sweet time to the air she sings	S
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A little pain when the beck grows wider	B
Cross to me now for her wavelets swell	T
I may not cross and the voice beside her	B
Faintly reacheth though heeded well	T
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No backward path ah no returning	E
No second crossing that ripple's flow	P
Come to me now for the west is burning	E
Come ere it darkens Ah no ah no	P
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Then cries of pain and arms outreaching	E
The beck grows wider and swift and deep	U
Passionate words as of one beseeching	E
The loud beck drowns them we walk and weep	U
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V	R
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A yellow moon in splendor drooping	E
A tired queen with her state oppressed	H
Low by rushes and swordgrass stooping	E
Lies she soft on the waves at rest	H
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The desert heavens have felt her sadness	K
Her earth will weep her some dewy tears	V
The wild beck ends her tune of gladness	V
And goeth stilly as soul that fears	V
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We two walk on in our grassy places	V
On either marge of the moonlit flood	H
With the moon's own sadness in our faces	V
Where joy is withered blossom and bud	H
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VI	R
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A shady freshness chafers whirring	E
A little piping of leaf hid birds	V
A flutter of wings a fitful stirring	E
A cloud to the eastward snowy as curds	V
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Bare grassy slopes where kids are tethered	H
Round valleys like nests all ferny lined	H
Round hills with fluttering tree tops feathered	H
Swell high in their freckled robes behind	H
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A rose flush tender a thrill a quiver	B
When golden gleams to the tree tops glide	H
A flashing edge for the milk white river	B
The beck a river with still sleek tide	H
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Broad and white and polished as silver	B
On she goes under fruit laden trees	V
Sunk in leafage cooeth the culver	B
And 'plaineth of love's disloyalties	V
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Glitters the dew and shines the river	B
Up comes the lily and dries her bell	T
But two are walking apart forever	B
And wave their hands for a mute farewell	T
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VII	R
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A braver swell a swifter sliding	E
The river hasteth her banks recede	H
Wing like sails on her bosom gliding	E
Bear down the lily and drown the reed	H
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Stately prows are rising and bowing	E
Shouts of mariners winnow the air	I
And level sands for banks endowing	E
The tiny green ribbon that showed so fair	I
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While O my heart as white sails shiver	B
And crowds are passing and banks stretch wide	H
How hard to follow with lips that quiver	B
That moving speck on the far off side	H
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Farther farther I see it know it	H
My eyes brim over it melts away	W
Only my heart to my heart shall show it	H
As I walk desolate day by day	W
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VII	R
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And yet I know past all doubting truly	R
A knowledge greater than grief can dim	X
I know as he loved he will love me duly	R
Yea better e'en better than I love him	X
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And as I walk by the vast calm river	B
The awful river so dread to see	R
I say Thy breadth and thy depth forever	B
Are bridged by his thoughts that cross to me	R

Jean Ingelow

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