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I	A
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There was an ancient City stricken down	B
With a strange frenzy and for many a day	C
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town	B
And danced the night away	C
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I asked the cause the aged man grew sad	D
They pointed to a building gray and tall	E
And hoarsely answered Step inside my lad	D
And then you'll see it all	E
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Yet what are all such gaieties to me	F
Whose thoughts are full of indices and surds	G
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x x x	G
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But something whispered It will soon be done	H
Bands cannot always play nor ladies smile	I
Endure with patience the distasteful fun	H
For just a little while	I
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A change came o'er my Vision it was night	J
We clove a pathway through a frantic throng	K
The steeds wild plunging filled us with affright	J
The chariots whirled along	K
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Within a marble hall a river ran	L
A living tide half muslin and half cloth	M
And here one mourned a broken wreath or fan	L
Yet swallowed down her wrath	N
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And here one offered to a thirsty fair	O
His words half drowned amid those thunders tuneful	P
Some frozen viand there were many there	O
A tooth ache in each spoonful	Q
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There comes a happy pause for human strength	R
Will not endure to dance without cessation	H
And every one must reach the point at length	R
Of absolute prostration	H
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At such a moment ladies learn to give	S
To partners who would urge them over much	T
A flat and yet decided negative	S
Photographers love such	T
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There comes a welcome summons hope revives	G
And fading eyes grow bright and pulses quicken	H
Incessant pop the corks and busy knives	G
Dispense the tongue and chicken	H
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Flushed with new life the crowd flows back again	U
And all is tangled talk and mazy motion	H
Much like a waving field of golden grain	V
Or a tempestuous ocean	H
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And thus they give the time that Nature meant	J
For peaceful sleep and meditative snores	G
To ceaseless din and mindless merriment	J
And waste of shoes and floors	G
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And One we name him not that flies the flowers	G
That dreads the dances and that shuns the salads	G
They doom to pass in solitude the hours	G
Writing acrostic ballads	G
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How late it grows The hour is surely past	J
That should have warned us with its double knock	W
The twilight wanes and morning comes at last	J
Oh Uncle what's o'clock	W
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The Uncle gravely nods and wisely winks	G
It MAY mean much but how is one to know	X
He opens his mouth yet out of it methinks	G
No words of wisdom flow	X
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II	A
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Empress of Art for thee I twine	Y
This wreath with all too slender skill	Z
Forgive my Muse each halting line	Y
And for the deed accept the will	Z
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O day of tears Whence comes this spectre grim	A2
Parting like Death's cold river souls that love	B2
Is not he bound to thee as thou to him	A2
By vows unwhispered here yet heard above	B2
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And still it lives that keen and heavenward flame	C2
Lives in his eye and trembles in his tone	D2
And these wild words of fury but proclaim	C2
A heart that beats for thee for thee alone	D2
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But all is lost that mighty mind o'erthrown	D2
Like sweet bells jangled piteous sight to see	G
Doubt that the stars are fire so runs his moan	D2
Doubt Truth herself but not my love for thee	G
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A sadder vision yet thine aged sire	E2
Shaming his hoary locks with treacherous wile	I
And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar	E2
And wilt thou die that hast forgot to smile	I
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Nay get thee hence Leave all thy winsome ways	G
And the faint fragrance of thy scattered flowers	G
In holy silence wait the appointed days	G
And weep away the leaden footed hours	G
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III	A
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The air is bright with hues of light	J
And rich with laughter and with singing	F2
Young hearts beat high in ecstasy	G
And banners wave and bells are ringing	F2
But silence falls with fading day	J
And there's an end to mirth and play	J
Ah well a day	J
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Rest your old bones ye wrinkled crones	G
The kettle sings the firelight dances	G
Deep be it quaffed the magic draught	J
That fills the soul with golden fancies	G
For Youth and Pleasance will not stay	J
And ye are withered worn and gray	J
Ah well a day	J
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O fair cold face O form of grace	G
For human passion madly yearning	F2
O weary air of dumb despair	O
From marble won to marble turning	F2
Leave us not thus we fondly pray	J
We cannot let thee pass away	J
Ah well a day	J
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IV	B2
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My First is singular at best	J
More plural is my Second	J
My Third is far the pluralest	J
So plural plural I protest	J
It scarcely can be reckoned	J
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My First is followed by a bird	J
My Second by believers	G
In magic art my simple Third	J
Follows too often hopes absurd	J
And plausible deceivers	G
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My First to get at wisdom tries	G
A failure melancholy	G
My Second men revered as wise	G
My Third from heights of wisdom flies	G
To depths of frantic folly	G
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My First is ageing day by day	J
My Second's age is ended	J
My Third enjoys an age they say	J
That never seems to fade away	J
Through centuries extended	J
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My Whole I need a poet's pen	D2
To paint her myriad phases	G
The monarch and the slave of men	D2
A mountain summit and a den	D2
Of dark and deadly mazes	G
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A flashing light a fleeting shade	J
Beginning end and middle	P
Of all that human art hath made	J
Or wit devised Go seek HER aid	J
If you would read my riddle	P

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