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THE world is changed between us never more	A
Shall the dawn rise and seek another mate	B
Over the hill tops never can the shore	A
Spread out her ragged tresses to the roar	A
Of the sea passionate	C
Moon chained and for a season love forbid	D
Never shall shift the sullen thunder's lid	D
At lightning lash and never shall the night	E
Throw the wild stars about	F
Nor the day flicker out	F
Against the evening's breath but this shall creep	G
This moment on us to make different	H
The face of every day's intent	I
And change the brow of sleep	G
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What can we name it Oh the whitest word	J
Would leave a stain upon that moment's mouth	K
The sweetest piping heard	J
By wearying birds a South	K
Would shake its silence let no word be said	L
What need of name or music hath the dead	L
Too far for call too faint for song it is	M
This ghost of ours that you have buried deep	G
Less earth than any violet nourishes	N
Its fragile stem would keep	G
And we could lose it in the frailest shell	O
Or lily's wannest bell	O
In any rose's urn that dust might dwell	O
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Oh to forsake it thus	P
Our only one our starveling piteous	P
Even as men who garner and lock up	Q
Gold chasuble and cup	Q
Their alabaster and their tourmaline	R
Their sandal wood and wine	S
Will give their dearest to the earth to keep	G
Housed among strangers and will let the clay	T
Or oozing river bed	L
Rot all their wealth away	T
While they go home to sleep	G
Will let the wild roots of the bramble clutch	U
And see the careless sod	V
Trample it down and bruise with common touch	U
All that they knew of glory and of God	V
	-
Who would not house a thief so house their dead	L
In the blind dark with wolf winds overhead	L
When night sucks honey from the hive of day	T
They lie while April with her merry clout	F
Flings the white dust about	F
When the swift silences that ride the Spring	W
Whip on their misty chariots and wring	W
Foam from the bridled lips of May	T
What time the sick moon looks up yellowly	T
Out of the pillowed sky	X
Or when doth sing	W
Some crazy bird aslant upon a bough	Y
A song that makes him just this time of year	Z
A poet and can never sing again	A2
When the pale lips of rain	B2
Tremble above the eyelids of the plain	B2
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Ah would you hide our one dead moment now	Y
Even as they my dear	Z
Who into one grave hurdle grace and mirth	C2
Beating down Beauty with a noisy spade	D2
Nor dream that 'neath the stunned and senseless earth	C2
Are all their riches laid	D2
Such gold as they shall never see again	A2
Such wine as shall not stain	B2
Their shallow cups All beauty all delight	E
Treasure unbarterable and bright	E
All lie there in the cold and in the night	E
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Nay you will have it so	P
Let all its sweetness go	P
Brief exquisite	C
Then take it hence but make a wreath for it	E2
And let us sing for it a requiem	F2
Not the few strangled words above the dead	L
That those whose hearts condemn	G2
Mutter for having left so long unsaid	L
Pity or praise to ears desiring them	G2
Bury it not as something sick and shamed	H2
Unfathered and unnamed	H2
Nay break sweet spices myrrh and cedar bring	W
Bury it as a king	W
Or some belov d child that lies beneath	I2
The rose whose name he knew not wondering	W
Why his young mother wove it in a wreath	I2
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For look you and remember what it gave	J2
Those gifts that naught and none can take away	T
How it makes red as rose each pallid day	T
Each coward moment brave	J2
And how each wingless heel of Misery	K2
It sandals with a hope and sends a sky	X
While we await the hour that somewhere goes	P
Unmatched unmated it shall not be yet	L2
Night's heavy eyelids close	P
On tears and leave the Morning's pillow wet	L2
Weep not though said the requiem flung the wreath	I2
Only when you forget and I forget	L2
Weep for that moment's death	M2

Muriel Stuart

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