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Out of the melancholy that is made	A
Of ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs	B
Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed	C
A note in new love pipings on the bough	D
Grieving with grief till all the full fed air	E
And shaken milky corn doth wot of it	F
The pity of it trembling in the talk	G
Of the beforetime merrymaking brook	H
Out of that melancholy will the soul	I
In proof that life is not forsaken quite	J
Of the old trick and glamour which made glad	K
Be cheated some good day and not perceive	L
How sorrow ebbing out is gone from view	M
How tired trouble fall'n for once on sleep	N
How keen self mockery that youth's eager dream	O
Interpreted to mean so much is found	P
To mean and give so little frets no more	Q
Floating apart as on a cloud O then	R
Not e'en so much as murmuring 'Let this end '	S
She will no longer weighted find escape	T
Lift up herself as if on wings and flit	F
Back to the morning time	U
'O once with me	V
It was all one such joy I had at heart	W
As I heard sing the morning star or God	X
Did hold me with an Everlasting Hand	Y
And dip me in the day	Z
O once with me '	S
Reflecting ''twas enough to live to look	H
Wonder and love Now let that come again	R
Rise ' And ariseth first a tanglement	Z
Of flowering bushes peonies pale that drop	A2
Upon a mossy lawn rich iris spikes	B2
Bee borage mealy stemmed auricula	I
Brown wallflower and the sweetbriar ever sweet	Z
Her pink buds pouting from their green	C2
To these	D2
Add thick espaliers where the bullfinch came	E2
To strew much budding wealth and was not chid	Z
Then add wide pear trees on the warm d wall	I
The old red wall one cannot see beyond	Z
That is the garden	F2
In the wall a door	Q
Green blistered with the sun You open it	Z
And lo a sunny waste of tumbled hills	G2
And a glad silence and an open calm	H2
Infinite leisure and a slope where rills	G2
Dance down delightedly in every crease	G2
And lambs stoop drinking and the finches dip	I2
Then shining waves upon a lonely beach	J2
That is the world	Z
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An all sufficient world	Z
And as it seems an undiscovered world	Z
So very few the folk that come to look	H
Yet one has heard of towns but they are far	K2
The world is undiscovered and the child	Z
Is undiscovered that with stealthy joy	L2
Goes gathering like a bee who in dark cells	G2
Hideth sweet food to live on in the cold	Z
What matters to the child it matters not	Z
More than it mattered to the moons of Mars	G2
That they for ages undiscovered went	Z
Marked not of man attendant on their king	M2
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A shallow line of sand curved to the cliff	N2
There dwelt the fisherfolk and there inland	Z
Some scattered cottagers in thrift and calm	H2
Their talk full oft was of old days for here	O2
Was once a fosse and by this rock hewn path	P2
Our wild fore elders as 't is said would come	Q2
To gather jetsam from some Viking wreck	R2
Like a sea beast wide breasted her snake head	Z
Reared up as staring while she rocked ashore	Q
That split and all her ribs were on their fires	G2
The red whereof at their wives' throats made bright	Z
Gold gauds which from the weed they picked ere yet	Z
The tide had turned	Z
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'Many ' methought 'and rich	S2
They must have been so long their chronicle	I
Perhaps the world was fuller then of folk	T2
For ships at sea are few that near us now '	-
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Yet sometimes when the clouds were torn to rags	G2
Flying black before a gale we saw one rock	U2
In the offing and the mariner folk would cry	V2
'Look how she labours those aboard may hear	O2
Her timbers creak e'en as she'd break her heart '	-
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'Twas then the grey gulls blown ashore would light	Z
In flocks and pace the lawn with flat cold feet	Z
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And so the world was sweet and it was strange	W2
Sweet as a bee kiss to the crocus flower	X2
Surprising fresh direct but ever one	F2
The laughter of glad music did not yet	Z
In its echo yearn as hinting ought beyond	Z
Nor pathos tremble at the edge of bliss	G2
Like a moon halo in a watery sky	V2
Nor the sweet pain alike of love and fear	Y2
In a world not comprehended touch the heart	Z
The poetry of life was not yet born	Z2
'T was a thing hidden yet that there be days	G2
When some are known to feel 'God is about '	-
As if that morn more than another morn	Z2
Virtue flowed forth from Him the rolling world	Z
Swam in a sooth d calm made resonant	Z
And vital swam as in the lap of God	Z
Come down until she slept and had a dream	O
Because it was too much to bear awake	A3
That all the air shook with the might of Him	B3
And whispered how she was the favourite world	Z
That day and bade her drink His essence in	C3
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'Tis on such days that seers prophesy	G2
And poets sing and many who are wise	G2
Find out for man's wellbeing hidden things	G2
Whereof the hint came in that Presence known	D3
Yet unknown But a seer what is he	V
A poet is a name of long ago	E3
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Men love the largeness of the field the wild	Z
Quiet that soothes the moor In other days	G2
They loved the shadow of the city wall	I
In its stone ramparts read their poetry	V
Safety and state gold and the arts of peace	G2
Law giving leisure knowledge all were there	E
This to excuse a child's allegiance and	Z
A spirit's recurrence to the older way	Z
Orphan'd with aged guardians kind and true	M
Things came to pass not told before to me	V
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Thus we did journey once when eve was near	Y2
Through carriage windows I beheld the moors	G2
Then churches hamlets cresting of low hills	G2
The way was long at last I fall'n asleep	N
Awoke to hear a rattling 'neath the wheels	G2
And see the lamps alight This was the town	F3
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Then a wide inn received us and full soon	G3
Came supper kisses bed	Z
The lamp without	Z
Shone in the door was shut and I alone	D3
An ecstasy of exultation took	H
My soul for there were voices heard and steps	G2
I was among so many none of them	H3
Knew I was come	Q2
I rose with small bare feet	Z
Across the carpet stole a white robed child	Z
And through the window peered Behold the town	F3
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There had been rain the pavement glistened yet	Z
In a soft lamplight down the narrow street	Z
The church was nigh at hand a clear toned clock	U2
Chimed slowly open shops across the way	Z
Showed store of fruit and store of bread and one	F2
Many caged birds About were customers	G2
I saw them bargain and a rich high voice	G2
Was heard a woman sang her little babe	I3
Slept 'neath her shawl and by her side a boy	L2
Added wild notes and sweet to hers	G2
Some passed	Z
Who gave her money It was far from me	V
To pity her she was a part of that	Z
Admir d town E'en so within the shop	A2
A rosy girl it may be ten years old	Z
Quaint grave She helped her mother deftly weighed	Z
The purple plums black mulberries rich and ripe	J3
For boyish customers and counted pence	G2
And dropped them in an apron that she wore	Q
Methought a queen had ne'er so grand a lot	Z
She knew it she looked up at me and smiled	Z
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But yet the song went on and in a while	I
The meaning came the town was not enough	K3
To satisfy that singer for a sigh	V2
With her wild music came What wanted she	V
Whate'er she wanted wanted all O how	D
'T was poignant her rich voice not like a bird's	G2
Could she not dwell content and let them be	V
That they might take their pleasure in the town	F3
For no she was not poor witness the pence	G2
I saw her boy and that small saleswoman	F2
He wary she with grave persuasive air	E
Till he came forth with filberts in his cap	L3
And joined his mother happy triumphing	U2
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This was the town and if you ask what else	G2
I say good sooth that it was poetry	V
Because it was the all and something more	Q
It was the life of man it was the world	Z
That made addition to the watching heart	Z
First conscious its own beating first aware	E
How beating it kept time with all the race	G2
Nay 't was a consciousness far down and dim	B3
Of a Great Father watching too	M
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But lo the rich lamenting voice again	R
She sang not for herself it was a song	U2
For me for I had seen the town and knew	M
Yearning I knew the town was not enough	K3
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What more To day looks back on yesterday	Z
Life's yesterday the waiting time the dawn	M3
And reads a meaning into it unknown	D3
When it was with us	G2
It is always so	E3
But when as ofttimes I remember me	V
Of the warm wind that moved the beggar's hair	E
Of the wet pavement and the lamps alit	Z
I know it was not pity that made yearn	N3
My heart for her and that same dimpled boy	L2
How grand methought to be abroad so late	Z
And barefoot dabble in the shining wet	Z
How fine to peer as other urchins did	Z
At those pent huddled doves they let not rest	Z
No it was almost envy Ay how sweet	Z
The clash of bells they rang to boast that far	K2
That cheerful street was from the cold sea fog	U2
From dark ploughed field and narrow lonesome lane	O3
How sweet to hear the hum of voices kind	Z
To see the coach come up with din of horn	Z2
Quick tramp of horses mark the passers by	V2
Greet one another and go on	P3
But now	D
They closed the shops the wild clear voice was still	I
The beggars moved away where was their home	Q3
The coach which came from out dull darksome fells	G2
Into the light passed to the dark again	R
Like some old comet which knows well her way	Z
Whirled to the sun that as her fateful loop	R3
She turns forebodes the destined silences	G2
Yes it was gone the clattering coach was gone	M3
And those it bore I pitied even to tears	G2
Because they must go forth nor see the lights	G2
Nor hear the chiming bells	G2
In after days	G2
Remembering of the childish envy and	Z
The childish pity it has cheered my heart	Z
To think e'en now pity and envy both	S3
It may be are misplaced or needed not	Z
Heaven may look down in pity on some soul	I
Half envied or some wholly pitied smile	I
For that it hath to wait as it were an hour	X2
To see the lights that go not out by night	Z
To walk the golden street and hear a song	U2
Other world poetry that is the all	I
And something more	Q