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My heart is sick awishing and awaiting	A
The lad took up his knapsack he went he went his way	B
And I looked on for his coming as a prisoner through the grating	A
Looks and longs and longs and wishes for its opening day	B
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On the wild purple mountains all alone with no other	C
The strong terrible mountains he longed he longed to be	D
And he stooped to kiss his father and he stooped to kiss his mother	C
And till I said Adieu sweet Sir he quite forgot me	D
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He wrote of their white raiment the ghostly capes that screen them	E
Of the storm winds that beat them their thunder rents and scars	F
And the paradise of purple and the golden slopes atween them	E
And fields where grow God's gentian bells and His crocus stars	F
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He wrote of frail gauzy clouds that drop on them like fleeces	G
And make green their fir forests and feed their mosses hoar	H
Or come sailing up the valleys and get wrecked and go to pieces	I
Like sloops against their cruel strength then he wrote no more	H
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O the silence that came next the patience and long aching	A
They never said so much as He was a dear loved son	J
Not the father to the mother moaned that dreary stillness breaking	A
Ah wherefore did he leave us so this our only one	J
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They sat within as waiting until the neighbors prayed them	E
At Cromer by the sea coast 'twere peace and change to be	D
And to Cromer in their patience or that urgency affrayed them	E
Or because the tidings tarried they came and took me	D
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It was three months and over since the dear lad had started	K
On the green downs at Cromer I sat to see the view	L
On an open space of herbage where the ling and fern had parted	K
Betwixt the tall white lighthouse towers the old and the new	L
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Below me lay the wide sea the scarlet sun was stooping	A
And he dyed the waste water as with a scarlet dye	M
And he dyed the lighthouse towers every bird with white wing swooping	A
Took his colors and the cliffs did and the yawning sky	M
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Over grass came that strange flush and over ling and heather	C
Over flocks of sheep and lambs and over Cromer town	N
And each filmy cloudlet crossing drifted like a scarlet feather	C
Torn from the folded wings of clouds while he settled down	N
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When I looked I dared not sigh In the light of God's splendor	C
With His daily blue and gold who am I what am I	M
But that passion and outpouring seemed an awful sign and tender	C
Like the blood of the Redeemer shown on earth and sky	M
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O for comfort O the waste of a long doubt and trouble	O
On that sultry August eve trouble had made me meek	P
I was tired of my sorrow O so faint for it was double	O
In the weight of its oppression that I could not speak	P
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And a little comfort grew while the dimmed eyes were feeding	A
And the dull ears with murmur of water satisfied	Q
But a dream came slowly nigh me all my thoughts and fancy leading	A
Across the bounds of waking life to the other side	Q
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And I dreamt that I looked out to the waste waters turning	A
And saw the flakes of scarlet from wave to wave tossed on	R
And the scarlet mix with azure where a heap of gold lay burning	A
On the clear remote sea reaches for the sun was gone	S
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Then I thought a far off shout dropped across the still water	C
A question as I took it for soon an answer came	T
From the tall white ruined lighthouse If it be the old man's daughter	C
That we wot of ran the answer what then who's to blame	T
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I looked up at the lighthouse all roofless and storm broken	J
A great white bird sat on it with neck stretched out to sea	D
Unto somewhat which was sailing in a skiff the bird had spoken	J
And a trembling seized my spirit for they talked of me	D
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I was the old man's daughter the bird went on to name him	U
He loved to count the starlings as he sat in the sun	J
Long ago he served with Nelson and his story did not shame him	U
Ay the old man was a good man and his work was done	J
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The skiff was like a crescent ghost of some moon departed	K
Frail white she rocked and curtseyed as the red wave she crossed	V
And the thing within sat paddling and the crescent dipped and darted	W
Flying on again was shouting but the words were lost	V
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I said That thing is hooded I could hear but that floweth	X
The great hood below its mouth then the bird made reply	M
If they know not more's the pity for the little shrew mouse knoweth	X
And the kite knows and the eagle and the glead and pye	M
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And he stooped to whet his beak on the stones of the coping	A
And when once more the shout came in querulous tones he spake	Y
What I said was 'more's the pity ' if the heart be long past hoping	A
Let it say of death 'I know it ' or doubt on and break	Y
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Men must die one dies by day and near him moans his mother	C
They dig his grave tread it down and go from it full loth	X
And one dies about the midnight and the wind moans and no other	C
And the snows give him a burial and God loves them both	X
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The first hath no advantage it shall not soothe his slumber	C
That a lock of his brown hair his father aye shall keep	Z
For the last he nothing grudgeth it shall nought his quiet cumber	C
That in a golden mesh of HIS callow eaglets sleep	Z
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Men must die when all is said e'en the kite and glead know it	A2
And the lad's father knew it and the lad the lad too	L
It was never kept a secret waters bring it and winds blow it	A2
And he met it on the mountain why then make ado	L
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With that he spread his white wings and swept across the water	C
Lit upon the hooded head and it and all went down	N
And they laughed as they went under and I woke the old man's daughter	C
And looked across the slope of grass and at Cromer town	N
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And I said Is that the sky all gray and silver suited	K
And I thought Is that the sea that lies so white and wan	R
I have dreamed as I remember give me time I was reputed	W
Once to have a steady courage O I fear 'tis gone	S
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And I said Is this my heart if it be low 'tis beating	A
So he lies on the mountain hard by the eagles' brood	B2
I have had a dream this evening while the white and gold were fleeting	A
But I need not need not tell it where would be the good	C2
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Where would be the good to them his father and his mother	C
For the ghost of their dead hope appeareth to them still	D2
While a lonely watch fire smoulders who its dying red would smother	C
That gives what little light there is to a darksome hill	D2
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I rose up I made no moan I did not cry nor falter	C
But slowly in the twilight I came to Cromer town	N
What can wringing of the hands do that which is ordained to alter	C
He had climbed had climbed the mountain he would ne'er come down	N
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But O my first O my best I could not choose but love thee	X
O to be a wild white bird and seek thy rocky bed	E2
From my breast I'd give thee burial pluck the down and spread above thee	X
I would sit and sing thy requiem on the mountain head	E2
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Fare thee well my love of loves would I had died before thee	X
O to be at least a cloud that near thee I might flow	F2
Solemnly approach the mountain weep away my being o'er thee	X
And veil thy breast with icicles and thy brow with snow	F2

Jean Ingelow

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