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I	A
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The evening comes the fields are still	B
The tinkle of the thirsty rill	B
Unheard all day ascends again	C
Deserted is the half mown plain	D
Silent the swaths the ringing wain	D
The mower's cry the dog's alarms	E
All housed within the sleeping farms	E
The business of the day is done	F
The last left haymaker is gone	G
And from the thyme upon the height	H
And from the elder blossom white	H
And pale dog roses in the hedge	I
And from the mint plant in the sedge	I
In puffs of balm the night air blows	J
The perfume which the day forgoes	J
And on the pure horizon far	K
See pulsing with the first born star	K
The liquid sky above the hill	B
The evening comes the fields are still Loitering and leaping	L
With saunter with bounds	M
Flickering and circling	L
In files and in rounds	M
Gaily their pine staff green	N
Tossing in air	O
Loose o'er their shoulders white	H
Showering their hair	O
See the wild Maenads	M
Break from the wood	P
Youth and Iacchus	M
Maddening their blood	Q
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See through the quiet land	R
Rioting they pass	M
Fling the fresh heaps about	S
Trample the grass	M
Tear from the rifled hedge	I
Garlands their prize	M
Fill with their sports the field	T
Fill with their cries	M
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Shepherd what ails thee then	C
Shepherd why mute	U
Forth with thy joyous song	V
Forth with thy flute	U
Tempts not the revel blithe	W
Lure not their cries	M
Glow not their shoulders smooth	X
Melt not their eyes	M
Is not on cheeks like those	M
Lovely the flush	Y
Ah so the quiet was	M
So was the hush II	A
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The epoch ends the world is still	B
The age has talk'd and work'd its fill	B
The famous orators have shone	Z
The famous poets sung and gone	G
The famous men of war have fought	A2
The famous speculators thought	A2
The famous players sculptors wrought	A2
The famous painters fill'd their wall	B2
The famous critics judged it all	B2
The combatants are parted now	C2
Uphung the spear unbent the bow	C2
The puissant crown'd the weak laid low	D2
And in the after silence sweet	E2
Now strifes are hush'd our ears doth meet	E2
Ascending pure the bell like fame	F2
Of this or that down trodden name	F2
Delicate spirits push'd away	G2
In the hot press of the noon day	G2
And o'er the plain where the dead age	H2
Did its now silent warfare wage	H2
O'er that wide plain now wrapt in gloom	I2
Where many a splendour finds its tomb	I2
Many spent fames and fallen mights	M
The one or two immortal lights	M
Rise slowly up into the sky	A
To shine there everlastingly	D2
Like stars over the bounding hill	D2
The epoch ends the world is still Thundering and bursting	L
In torrents in waves	M
Carolling and shouting	L
Over tombs amid graves	M
See on the cumber'd plain	D
Clearing a stage	H2
Scattering the past about	S
Comes the new age	H2
Bards make new poems	M
Thinkers new schools	M
Statesmen new systems	M
Critics new rules	M
All things begin again	C
Life is their prize	M
Earth with their deeds they fill	D2
Fill with their cries	M
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Poet what ails thee then	C
Say why so mute	U
Forth with thy praising voice	M
Forth with thy flute	U
Loiterer why sittest thou	C2
Sunk in thy dream	J2
Tempts not the bright new age	H2
Shines not its stream	J2
Look ah what genius	M
Art science wit	K2
Soldiers like Caesar	L2
Statesmen like Pitt	K2
Sculptors like Phidias	M
Raphaels in shoals	M
Poets like Shakespeare	M2
Beautiful souls	M
See on their glowing cheeks	M
Heavenly the flush	Y
Ah so the silence was	M
So was the hush	Y
The world but feels the present's spell	D2
The poet feels the past as well	D2
Whatever men have done might do	N2
Whatever thought might think it too	N2

Matthew Arnold

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