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How changed is here each spot man makes or fills	A
In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same	B
The village street its haunted mansion lacks	C
And from the sign is gone Sibylla's name	B
And from the roofs the twisted chimney stacks	C
Are ye too changed ye hills	A
See 'tis no foot of unfamiliar men	D
To night from Oxford up your pathway strays	E
Here came I often often in old days	E
Thyrsis and I we still had Thyrsis then	D
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Runs it not here the track by Childsworth Farm	F
Past the high wood to where the elm tree crowns	G
The hill behind whose ridge the sunset flames	H
The signal elm that looks on Ilsley Downs	G
The Vale the three lone weirs the youthful Thames	I
This winter eve is warm	J
Humid the air leafless yet soft as spring	K
The tender purple spray on copse and briers	I
And that sweet city with her dreaming spires	I
She needs not June for beauty's heightening	K
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Lovely all times she lies lovely to night	L
Only methinks some loss of habit's power	M
Befalls me wandering through this upland dim	N
Once pass'd I blindfold here at any hour	M
Now seldom come I since I came with him	N
That single elm tree bright	L
Against the west I miss it is it goner	M
We prized it dearly while it stood we said	O
Our friend the Gipsy Scholar was not dead	O
While the tree lived he in these fields lived on	P
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Too rare too rare grow now my visits here	Q
But once I knew each field each flower each stick	R
And with the country folk acquaintance made	S
By barn in threshing time by new built rick	R
Here too our shepherd pipes we first assay'd	S
Ah me this many a year	T
My pipe is lost my shepherd's holiday	S
Needs must I lose them needs with heavy heart	S
Into the world and wave of men depart	S
But Thyrsis of his own will went away	S
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It irk'd him to be here he could not rest	S
He loved each simple joy the country yields	I
He loved his mates but yet he could not keep	U
For that a shadow lour'd on the fields	I
Here with the shepherds and the silly sheep	U
Some life of men unblest	S
He knew which made him droop and fill'd his head	S
He went his piping took a troubled sound	S
Of storms that rage outside our happy ground	S
He could not wait their passing he is dead	S
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So some tempestuous morn in early June	V
When the year's primal burst of bloom is o'er	M
Before the roses and the longest day	S
When garden walks and all the grassy floor	W
With blossoms red and white of fallen May	S
And chestnut flowers are strewn	V
So have I heard the cuckoo's parting cry	X
From the wet field through the vext garden trees	I
Come with the volleying rain and tossing breeze	I
The bloom is gone and with the bloom go I	X
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Too quick despairer wherefore wilt thou go	Y
Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on	P
Soon will the musk carnations break and swell	Z
Soon shall we have gold dusted snapdragon	A2
Sweet William with his homely cottage smell	Z
And stocks in fragrant blow	Y
Roses that down the alleys shine afar	B2
And open jasmine muffled lattices	I
And groups under the dreaming garden trees	I
And the full moon and the white evening star	B2
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He hearkens not light comer he is flown	C2
What matters it next year he will return	D2
And we shall have him in the sweet spring days	I
With whitening hedges and uncrumpling fern	D2
And blue bells trembling by the forest ways	I
And scent of hay new mown	D2
But Thyrsis never more we swains shall see	I
See him come back and cut a smoother reed	S
And blow a strain the world at last shall heed	S
For Time not Corydon hath conquer'd thee	I
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Alack for Corydon no rival now	D2
But when Sicilian shepherds lost a mate	S
Some good survivor with his flute would go	Y
Piping a ditty sad for Bion's fate	S
And cross the unpermitted ferry's flow	Y
And relax Pluto's brow	D2
And make leap up with joy the beauteous head	S
Of Proserpine among whose crowned hair	E2
Are flowers first open'd on Sicilian air	E2
And flute his friend like Orpheus from the dead	S
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O easy access to the hearer's grace	I
When Dorian shepherds sang to Proserpine	D2
For she herself had trod Sicilian fields	I
She knew the Dorian water's gush divine	D2
She knew each lily white which Enna yields	I
Each rose with blushing face	I
She loved the Dorian pipe the Dorian strain	D2
But ah of our poor Thames she never heard	S
Her foot the Cumner cowslips never stirr'd	S
And we should tease her with our plaint in vain	D2
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Well wind dispersed and vain the words will be	I
Yet Thyrsis let me give my grief its hour	M
In the old haunt and find our tree topp'd hill	F2
Who if not I for questing here hath power	M
I know the wood which hides the daffodil	F2
I know the Fyfield tree	I
I know what white what purple fritillaries	I
The grassy harvest of the river fields	I
Above by Ensham down by Sandford yields	I
And what sedged brooks are Thames's tributaries	I
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I know these slopes who knows them if not I	X
But many a tingle on the loved hillside	S
With thorns once studded old white blossom'd trees	I
Where thick the cowslips grew and far descried	S
High tower'd the spikes of purple orchises	I
Hath since our day put by	X
The coronals of that forgotten time	G2
Down each green bank hath gone the ploughboy's team	H2
And only in the hidden brookside gleam	H2
Primroses orphans of the flowery prime	G2
	-
Where is the girl who by the boatman's door	W
Above the locks above the boating throng	I2
Unmoor'd our skiff when through the Wytham flats	I
Red loosestrife and blond meadow sweet among	J2
And darting swallows and light water gnats	I
We track'd the shy Thames shore	W
Where are the mowers who as the tiny swell	Z
Of our boat passing heaved the river grass	I
Stood with suspended scythe to see us pass	I
They all are gone and thou art gone as well	Z
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Yes thou art gone and round me too the night	S
In ever nearing circle weaves her shade	S
I see her veil draw soft across the day	S
I feel her slowly chilling breath invade	S
The cheek grown thin the brown hair sprent with Hrey	W
I feel her finger light	S
Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train	D2
The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew	S
The heart less bounding at emotion new	S
And hope once crush'd less quick to spring again	D2
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And long the way appears which seem'd so short	S
To the less practised eye of sanguine youth	K2
And high the mountain tops in cloudy air	W
The mountain tops where is the throne of Truth	K2
Tops in life's morning sun so bright and bare	W
Unbreachable the fort	S
Of the long batter'd world uplifts its wall	L2
And strange and vain the earthly turmoil grows	I
And near and real the charm of thy repose	I
And night as welcome as a friend would fall	L2
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But hush the upland hath a sudden loss	I
Of quiet Look adown the dusk hill side	S
A troop of Oxford hunters going home	M2
As in old days jovial and talking ride	S
From hunting with the Berkshire hounds they come	N2
Quick let me fly and cross	I
Into yon farthe	K2

Matthew Arnold

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