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Swings the way still by hollow and hill	A
And all the world's a song	B
She's far it sings me but fair it rings me	C
Quiet it laughs and strong	B
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Oh spite of the miles and years between us	D
Spite of your chosen part	E
I do remember and I go	F
With laughter in my heart	E
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So above the little folk that know not	G
Out of the white hill town	H
High up I clamber and I remember	I
And watch the day go down	H
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Gold is my heart and the world's golden	J
And one peak tipped with light	K
And the air lies still about the hill	A
With the first fear of night	K
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Till mystery down the soundless valley	C
Thunders and dark is here	L
And the wind blows and the light goes	M
And the night is full of fear	N
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And I know one night on some far height	K
In the tongue I never knew	O
I yet shall hear the tidings clear	N
From them that were friends of you	O
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They'll call the news from hill to hill	A
Dark and uncomforted	K
Earth and sky and the winds and I	P
Shall know that you are dead	K
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I shall not hear your trentals	M
Nor eat your arval bread	K
For the kin of you will surely do	K
Their duty by the dead	K
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Their little dull greasy eyes will water	I
They'll paw you and gulp afresh	Q
They'll sniffle and weep and their thoughts will creep	R
Like flies on the cold flesh	Q
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They will put pence on your grey eyes	M
Bind up your fallen chin	S
And lay you straight the fools that loved you	K
Because they were your kin	S
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They will praise all the bad about you	K
And hush the good away	T
And wonder how they'll do without you	K
And then they'll go away	T
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But quieter than one sleeping	U
And stranger than of old	K
You will not stir for weeping	U
You will not mind the cold	K
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But through the night the lips will laugh not	K
The hands will be in place	M
And at length the hair be lying still	A
About the quiet face	M
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With snuffle and sniff and handkerchief	V
And dim and decorous mirth	W
With ham and sherry they'll meet to bury	C
The lordliest lass of earth	W
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The little dead hearts will tramp ungrieving	U
Behind lone riding you	K
The heart so high the heart so living	U
Heart that they never knew	K
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I shall not hear your trentals	M
Nor eat your arval bread	K
Nor with smug breath tell lies of death	X
To the unanswering dead	K
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With snuffle and sniff and handkerchief	V
The folk who loved you not	K
Will bury you and go wondering	U
Back home And you will rot	K
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But laughing and half way up to heaven	J
With wind and hill and star	Y
I yet shall keep before I sleep	R
Your Ambarvalia	A

Rupert Brooke

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