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Once upon a time I lay	A
Fast asleep at dawn of day	A
Windows open to the south	B
Fancy pouting her sweet mouth	B
To my ear	C
She turned a globe	D
In her slender hand her robe	D
Was all spangled and she said	E
As she sat at my bed's head	E
Poet poet what asleep	F
Look the ray runs up the steep	F
To your roof Then in the golden	G
Essence of romances olden	G
Bathed she my entranc d heart	H
And she gave a hand to me	I
Drew me onward Come said she	I
And she moved with me apart	H
Down the lovely vale of Leisure	J
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Such its name was I heard say	A
For some Fairies trooped that way	A
Common people of the place	K
Taking their accustomed pleasure	J
All the clocks being stopped to race	K
Down the slope on palfreys fleet	L
Bridle bells made tinkling sweet	L
And they said What signified	M
Faring home till eventide	M
There were pies on every shelf	N
And the bread would bake itself	N
But for that I cared not fed	M
As it were with angels' bread	M
Sweet as honey yet next day	M
All foredoomed to melt away	M
Gone before the sun waxed hot	M
Melted manna that was not	M
	-
Rock doves' poetry of plaint	M
Or the starling's courtship quaint	M
Heart made much of 'twas a boon	O
Won from silence and too soon	O
Wasted in the ample air	P
Building rooks far distant were	J
Scarce at all would speak the rills	K
And I saw the idle hills	K
In their amber hazes deep	F
Fold themselves and go to sleep	F
Though it was not yet high noon	O
	-
Silence Rather music brought	M
From the spheres As if a thought	M
Having taken wings did fly	Q
Through the reaches of the sky	Q
Silence No a sumptuous sigh	Q
That had found embodiment	M
That had come across the deep	F
After months of wintry sleep	F
And with tender heavings went	M
Floating up the firmament	M
	-
O I mourned half slumbering yet	M
'Tis the voice of my regret	M
Mine and I awoke Full sweet	M
Saffron sunbeams did me greet	M
And the voice it spake again	R
Dropped from yon blue cup of light	M
Or some cloudlet swan's down white	M
On my soul that drank full fain	S
The sharp joy the sweet pain	S
Of its clear right innocent	M
Unreprov d discontent	M
	-
How it came where it went	M
Who can tell The open blue	T
Quivered with it and I too	T
Trembled I remembered me	I
Of the springs that used to be	I
When a dimpled white haired child	M
Shy and tender and half wild	M
In the meadows I had heard	M
Some way off the talking bird	M
And had felt it marvellous sweet	M
For it laughed it did me greet	M
Calling me yet hid away	M
In the woods it would not play	M
No	U
	-
And all the world about	M
While a man will work or sing	V
Or a child pluck flowers of spring	V
Thou wilt scatter music out	M
Rouse him with thy wandering note	M
Changeful fancies set afloat	M
Almost tell with thy clear throat	M
But not quite the wonder rife	W
Most sweet riddle dark and dim	X
That he searcheth all his life	W
Searcheth yet and ne'er expoundeth	B
And so winnowing of thy wings	K
Touch and trouble his heart's strings	K
That a certain music soundeth	B
In that wondrous instrument	M
With a trembling upward sent	M
That is reckoned sweet above	Y
By the Greatness surnamed Love	Y
	-
O I hear thee in the blue	T
Would that I might wing it too	T
O to have what hope hath seen	Z
O to be what might have been	A2
	-
O to set my life sweet bird	M
To a tune that oft I heard	M
When I used to stand alone	B2
Listening to the lovely moan	B2
Of the swaying pines o'erhead	M
While a gathering of bee bread	M
For their living murmured round	M
As the pollen dropped to ground	M
All the nations from the hives	K
And the little brooding wives	K
On each nest brown dusky things	K
Sat with gold dust on their wings	K
Then beyond more sweet than all	C2
Talked the tumbling waterfall	C2
And there were and there were not	M
As might fall and form anew	T
Bell hung drops of honey dew	T
Echoes of I know not what	M
As if some right joyous elf	N
While about his own affairs	K
Whistled softly otherwheres	K
Nay as if our mother dear	D2
Wrapped in sun warm atmosphere	D2
Laughed a little to herself	N
Laughed a little as she rolled	M
Thinking on the days of old	M
	-
Ah there be some hearts I wis	K
To which nothing comes amiss	K
Mine was one Much secret wealth	B
I was heir to and by stealth	B
When the moon was fully grown	B2
And she thought herself alone	B2
I have heard her ay right well	E2
Shoot a silver message down	F2
To the unseen sentinel	G2
Of a still snow thatch d town	F2
	-
Once awhile ago I peered	M
In the nest where Spring was reared	M
There she quivering her fair wings	K
Flattered March with chirrupings	K
And they fed her nights and days	K
Fed her mouth with much sweet food	M
And her heart with love and praise	K
Till the wild thing rose and flew	T
Over woods and water springs	K
Shaking off the morning dew	T
In a rainbow from her wings	K
	-
Once I will to you confide	M
More O once in forest wide	M
I benighted overheard	M
Marvellous mild echoes stirred	M
And a calling half defined	M
And an answering from afar	H2
Somewhat talk d with a star	H2
And the talk was of mankind	M
	-
'Cuckoo cuckoo '	-
Float anear in upper blue	T
Art thou yet a prophet true	T
Wilt thou say 'And having seen	Z
Things that be and have not been	A2
Thou art free o' the world for naught	M
Can despoil thee of thy thought'	M
Nay but make me music yet	M
Bird as deep as my regret	M
For a certain hope hath set	M
Like a star and left me heir	P
To a crying for its light	M
An aspiring infinite	M
And a beautiful despair	P
	-
Ah no more no more no more	I2
I shall lie at thy shut door	I2
Mine ideal my desired	M
Dreaming thou wilt open it	M
And step out thou most admired	M
By my side to fare or sit	M
Quenching hunger and all drouth	B
With the wit of thy fair mouth	B
Showing me the wish d prize	K
In the calm of thy dove's eyes	K
Teaching me the wonder rife	W
Majesties of human life	W
All its fairest possible sum	J2
And the grace of its to come	J2
	-
What a difference Why of late	M
All sweet music used to say	K
'She will come and with thee stay	K
To morrow man if not to day '	-
Now it murmurs 'Wait wait wait '	-