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I NOW O friend whom noiselessly the snows	A
Settle around and whose small chamber grows	A
Dusk as the sloping window takes its load	B
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The kindly hill as to complete our hap	C
Has ta'en us in the shelter of her lap	C
Well sheltered in our slender grove of trees	D
And ring of walls we sit between her knees	D
A disused quarry paved with rose plots hung	E
With clematis the barren womb whence sprung	E
The crow stepped house itself that now far seen	F
Stands like a bather to the neck in green	F
A disused quarry furnished with a seat	G
Sacred to pipes and meditation meet	G
For such a sunny and retired nook	H
There in the clear warm mornings many a book	H
Has vied with the fair prospect of the hills	I
That vale on vale rough brae on brae upfills	I
Halfway to the zenith all the vacant sky	J
To keep my loose attention	K
Horace has sat with me whole mornings through	L
And Montaigne gossiped fairly false and true	L
And chattering Pepys and a few beside	M
That suit the easy vein the quiet tide	M
The calm and certain stay of garden life	N
Far sunk from all the thunderous roar of strife	N
There is about the small secluded place	I
A garnish of old times a certain grace	I
Of pensive memories lays about the braes	I
The old chestnuts gossip tales of bygone days	I
Here where some wandering preacher blest Lazil	O
Perhaps or Peden on the middle hill	O
Had made his secret church in rain or snow	P
He cheers the chosen residue from woe	P
All night the doors stood open come who might	Q
The hounded kebbock mat the mud all night	Q
Nor are there wanting later tales of how	R
Prince Charlie's Highlanders	I
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I have had talents too In life's first hour	S
God crowned with benefits my childish head	T
Flower after flower I plucked them flower by flower	S
Cast them behind me ruined withered dead	T
Full many a shining godhead disappeared	U
From the bright rank that once adorned her brow	R
The old child's Olympus	I
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Gone are the fair old dreams and one by one	K
As one by one the means to reach them went	V
As one by one the stars in riot and disgrace	I
I squandered what	W
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There shut the door alas on many a hope	X
Too many	Y
My face is set to the autumnal slope	X
Where the loud winds shall	O
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There shut the door alas on many a hope	X
And yet some hopes remain that shall decide	M
My rest of years and down the autumnal slope	X
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Gone are the quiet twilight dreams that I	J
Loved as all men have loved them gone	Z
I have great dreams and still they stir my soul on high	J
Dreams of the knight's stout heart and tempered will	O
Not in Elysian lands they take their way	A2
Not as of yore across the gay champaign	B2
Towards some dream city towered	C2
and my	J
The path winds forth before me sweet and plain	B2
Not now but though beneath a stone grey sky	J
November's russet woodlands toss and wail	O
Still the white road goes thro' them still may I	J
Strong in new purpose God may still prevail	O
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I and my like improvident sailors	I
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At whose light fall awaking all my heart	D2
Grew populous with gracious favoured thought	E2
And all night long thereafter hour by hour	S
The pageant of dead love before my eyes	I
Went proudly and old hopes with downcast head	T
Followed like Kings subdued in Rome's imperial hour	S
Followed the car and I	J

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