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I know not Time and Space so intervene	A
Whether still waiting with a trust serene	A
Thou bearest up thy fourscore years and ten	B
Or called at last art now Heaven's citizen	C
But here or there a pleasant thought of thee	D
Like an old friend all day has been with me	D
The shy still boy for whom thy kindly hand	E
Smoothed his hard pathway to the wonder land	E
Of thought and fancy in gray manhood yet	F
Keeps green the memory of his early debt	F
To day when truth and falsehood speak their words	G
Through hot lipped cannon and the teeth of swords	H
Listening with quickened heart and ear intent	I
To each sharp clause of that stern argument	J
I still can hear at times a softer note	K
Of the old pastoral music round me float	K
While through the hot gleam of our civil strife	L
Looms the green mirage of a simpler life	L
As at his alien post the sentinel	M
Drops the old bucket in the homestead well	N
And hears old voices in the winds that toss	O
Above his head the live oak's beard of moss	O
So in our trial time and under skies	P
Shadowed by swords like Islam's paradise	Q
I wait and watch and let my fancy stray	R
To milder scenes and youth's Arcadian day	R
And howsoe'er the pencil dipped in dreams	S
Shades the brown woods or tints the sunset streams	S
The country doctor in the foreground seems	S
Whose ancient sulky down the village lanes	T
Dragged like a war car captive ills and pains	T
I could not paint the scenery of my song	U
Mindless of one who looked thereon so long	U
Who night and day on duty's lonely round	V
Made friends o' the woods and rocks and knew the sound	V
Of each small brook and what the hillside trees	W
Said to the winds that touched their leafy keys	W
Who saw so keenly and so well could paint	X
The village folk with all their humors quaint	X
The parson ambling on his wall eyed roan	Y
Grave and erect with white hair backward blown	Y
The tough old boatman half amphibious grown	Y
The muttering witch wife of the gossip's tale	Z
And the loud straggler levying his blackmail	Z
Old customs habits superstitions fears	A2
All that lies buried under fifty years	A2
To thee as is most fit I bring my lay	R
And grateful own the debt I cannot pay	R
	B2
Over the wooded northern ridge	C2
Between its houses brown	D2
To the dark tunnel of the bridge	C2
The street comes straggling down	D2
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You catch a glimpse through birch and pine	E2
Of gable roof and porch	F2
The tavern with its swinging sign	E2
The sharp horn of the church	G2
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The river's steel blue crescent curves	H2
To meet in ebb and flow	I2
The single broken wharf that serves	H2
For sloop and gundelow	I2
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With salt sea scents along its shores	J2
The heavy hay boats crawl	I2
The long antennae of their oars	J2
In lazy rise and fall	I2
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Along the gray abutment's wall	I2
The idle shad net dries	P
The toll man in his cobbler's stall	I2
Sits smoking with closed eyes	P
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You hear the pier's low undertone	Y
Of waves that chafe and gnaw	K2
You start a skipper's horn is blown	Y
To raise the creaking draw	K2
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At times a blacksmith's anvil sounds	L2
With slow and sluggard beat	M2
Or stage coach on its dusty rounds	L2
Wakes up the staring street	M2
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A place for idle eyes and ears	A2
A cobwebbed nook of dreams	S
Left by the stream whose waves are years	A2
The stranded village seems	S
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And there like other moss and rust	N2
The native dweller clings	O2
And keeps in uninquiring trust	N2
The old dull round of things	O2
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The fisher drops his patient lines	P2
The farmer sows his grain	Q2
Content to hear the murmuring pines	P2
Instead of railroad train	Q2
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Go where along the tangled steep	R2
That slopes against the west	S2
The hamlet's buried idlers sleep	R2
In still profounder rest	S2
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Throw back the locust's flowery plume	T2
The birch's pale green scarf	U2
And break the web of brier and bloom	T2
From name and epitaph	V2
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A simple muster roll of death	W2
Of pomp and romance shorn	X2
The dry old names that common breath	W2
Has cheapened and outworn	X2
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Yet pause by one low mound and part	Y2
The wild vines o'er it laced	Z2
And read the words by rustic art	Y2
Upon its headstone traced	Z2
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Haply yon white haired villager	A3
Of fourscore years can say	R
What means the noble name of her	A3
Who sleeps with common clay	R
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An exile from the Gascon land	E
Found refuge here and rest	S2
And loved of all the village band	E
Its fairest and its best	S2
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He knelt with her on Sabbath morns	R
He worshipped through her eyes	R
And on the pride that doubts and scorns	R
Stole in her faith's surprise	R
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Her simple daily life he saw	R
By homeliest duties tried	B3
In all things by an untaught law	R
Of fitness justified	B3
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For her his rank aside he laid	C3
He took the hue and tone	X2
Of lowly life and toil and made	C3
Her simple ways his own	X2
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Yet still in gay and careless ease	R
To harvest field or dance	R
He brought the gentle courtesies	R
The nameless grace of France	R
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And she who taught him love not less	R
From him she loved in turn	X2
Caught in her sweet unconsciousness	R
What love is quick to learn	X2
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Each grew to each in pleased accord	D3
Nor knew the gazing town	X2
If she looked upward to her lord	D3
Or he to her looked down	X2
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How sweet when summer's day was o'er	A3
His violin's mirth and wail	I2
The walk on pleasant Newbury's shore	E3
The river's moonlit sail	I2
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Ah life is brief though love be long	U
The altar and the bier	F3
The burial hymn and bridal song	U
Were both in one short year	G3
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Her rest is quiet on the hill	I2
Beneath the locust's bloom	T2
Far off her lover sleeps as still	I2
Within his scutcheoned tomb	T2
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The Gascon lord the village maid	C3
In death still clasp their hands	R
The love that levels rank and grade	C3
Unites their severed lands	R
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What matter whose the hillside grave	H3
Or whose the blazoned stone	X2
Forever to her western wave	H3
Shall whisper blue Garonne	X2
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O Love so hallowing every soil	I2
That gives thy sweet flower room	T2
Wherever nursed by ease or toil	I2
The human heart takes bloom	T2
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Plant of lost Eden from the sod	I3
Of sinful earth unriven	X2
White blossom of the trees of God	I3
Dropped down to us from heaven	X2
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This tangled waste of mound and stone	X2
Is holy for thy sake	J3
A sweetness which is all thy own	X2
Breathes out from fern and brake	J3
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And while ancestral pride shall twine	X2
The Gascon's tomb with flowers	R
Fall sweetly here O song of mine	X2
With summer's bloom and showers	R
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And let the lines that severed seem	K3
Unite again in thee	D
As western wave and Gallic stream	K3
Are mingled in one sea	D