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White as white butterflies that each one dons	A
Her face their wide white wings to shade withal	B
Many moon daisies throng the water spring	C
While couched in rising barley titlarks call	B
And bees alit upon their martagons	A
Do hang a murmuring a murmuring	C
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They chide it may be alien tribes that flew	B
And rifled their best blossom counted on	D
And dreamed on in the hive ere dangerous dew	B
That clogs bee wings had dried but when outshone	E
Long shafts of gold made all for them of power	F
To charm it away those thieves had sucked the flower	F
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Now must they go a murmuring they go	G
And little thrushes twitter in the nest	H
The world is made for them and even so	G
The clouds are they have seen no stars the breast	H
Of their soft mother hid them all the night	I
Till her mate came to her in red dawn light	I
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Eggs scribbled over with strange writing signs	A
Prophecies and their meaning for you see	A
The yolk within is life 'neath yonder bines	A
Lie among sedges on a hawthorn tree	A
The slender lord and master perched hard by	J
Scolds at all comers if they step too nigh	J
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And our small river makes encompassment	I
Of half the mead and holm yon lime trees grow	G
All heeling over to it diligent	I
To cast green doubles of themselves below	G
But shafts of sunshine reach its shallow floor	K
And warm the yellow sand it ripples o'er	F
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Ripples and ripples to a pool it made	I
Turning The cows are there one creamy white	I
She should be painted with no touch of shade	I
If any list to limn her she the light	I
Above about her treads out circles wide	I
And sparkling water flashes from her side	I
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The clouds have all retired to so great height	I
As earth could have no dealing with them more	K
As they were lost for all her drawing and might	I
And must be left behind but down the shore	K
Lie lovelier clouds in ranks of lace work frail	B
Wild parsley with a myriad florets pale	B
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Another milky way more intricate	I
And multitudinous with every star	L
Perfect Long changeful sunbeams undulate	I
Amid the stems where sparklike creatures are	L
That hover and hum for gladness then the last	I
Tree rears her graceful head the shade is passed	I
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And idle fish in warm wellbeing lie	J
Each with his shadow under while at ease	A
As clouds that keep their shape the darting fry	J
Turn and are gone in company o'er these	A
Strangers to them strangers to us from holes	A
Scooped in the bank peer out shy water voles	A
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Here take for life and fly with innocent feet	I
The brown eyed fawns from moving shadows clear	M
There down the lane with multitudinous bleat	I
Plaining on shepherd lads a flock draws near	M
A mild lamenting fills the morning air	N
'Why to yon upland fold must we needs fare '	-
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These might be fabulous creatures every one	O
And this their world might be some other sphere	M
We had but heard of for all said or done	O
To know of them of what this many a year	M
They may have thought of man or of his sway	P
Or even if they have a God and pray	P
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The sweetest river bank can never more	K
Home to its source tempt back the lapsed stream	Q
Nor memory reach the ante natal shore	K
Nor one awake behold a sleeper's dream	Q
Not easier 't were that unbridged chasm to walk	R
And share the strange lore of their wordless talk	R
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Like to a poet voice remote from ken	S
That unregarded sings and undesired	I
Like to a star unnamed by lips of men	S
That faints at dawn in saffron light retired	I
Like to an echo in some desert deep	T
From age to age unwakened from its sleep	T
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So falls unmarked that other world's great song	U
And lapsing wastes without interpreter	F
Slave world not man's to raise yet man's to wrong	U
He cannot to a loftier place prefer	F
But he can all its earlier rights forgot	I
Reign reckless if its nations rue their lot	I
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If they can sin or feel life's wear and fret	I
An men had loved them better it may be	A
We had discovered But who e'er did yet	I
After the sage saints in their clemency	A
Ponder in hope they had a heaven to win	V
Or make a prayer with a dove's name therein	V
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As grave Augustine pleading in his day	I
'Have pity Lord upon the unfledged bird	I
Lest such as pass do trample it in the way	I
Not marking or not minding give the word	I
O bid an angel in the nest again	S
To place it lest the mother's love be vain	W
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And let it live Lord God till it can fly '	-
This man dwelt yearning fain to guess to spell	B
The parable all work of God Most High	J
Took to his man's heart Surely this was well	B
To love is more than to be loved by leave	X
Of Heaven to give is more than to receive	X
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He made it so that said it As for us	A
Strange is their case toward us for they give	Y
And we receive Made martyrs ever thus	A
In deed but not in will for us they live	Z
For us they die we quench their little day	I
Remaining blameless and they pass away	I
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The world is better served than it is ruled	I
And not alone of them for ever	F
Ruleth the man the woman serveth fooled	I
Full oft of love not knowing his yoke is sore	K
Life's greatest Son nought from life's measure swerved	I
He was among us 'as a man that served '	-
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Have they another life and was it won	O
In the sore travail of another death	A2
Which loosed the manacles from our race undone	O
And plucked the pang from dying If this breath	A2
Be not their all reproach no more debarred	I
'O unkind lords you made our bondage hard'	I
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May be their plaint when we shall meet again	S
And make our peace with them the sea of life	B2
Find flowing full nor ought or lost or vain	W
Shall the vague hint whereof all thought is rife	B2
The sweet pathetic guess indeed come true	B
And things restored reach that great residue	B
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Shall we behold fair flights of phantom doves	A
Shall furred creatures couch in moly flowers	A
Swan souls the rivers oar with their world loves	A
In difference welcome as these souls of ours	A
Yet soul of man from soul of man far more	K
May differ even as thought did heretofore	K
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That ranged and varied on th' undying gleam	Q
From a pure breath of God aspiring high	J
Serving and reigning to the tender dream	Q
The winged Psyche and her butterfly	J
From thrones and powers to fresh from death alarms	A
Child spirits entering in an angel's arms	A
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Why must we think begun in paradise	A
That their long line cut off with severance fell	B
Shall end in nothingness the sacrifice	A
Of their long service in a passing knell	B
Could man be wholly blest if not to say	I
'Forgive' nor make amends for ever and aye	J
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Waste waste on earth and waste of God afar	L
Celestial flotsam blazing spars on high	J
Drifts in the meteor month from some wrecked star	L
Strew oft th' unwrinkled ocean of the sky	J
And pass no more accounted of than be	A
Long dulses limp that stripe a mundane sea	A
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The sun his kingdom fills with light but all	B
Save where it strikes some planet and her moons	A
Across cold chartless gulfs ordained to fall	B
Void antres reckoneth no man's nights or noons	A
But feeling forth as for some outmost shore	K
Faints in the blank of doom and is no more	K
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God scattereth His abundance as forgot	I
And what then doth he gather If we know	G
'Tis that One told us it was life 'For not	I
A sparrow ' quoth he uttering long ago	G
The strangest words that e'er took earthly sound	I
'Without your Father falleth to the ground '	-

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