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Safe in the magic of my woods	A
I lay and watched the dying light	B
Faint in the pale high solitudes	A
And washed with rain and veiled by night	B
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Silver and blue and green were showing	C
And the dark woods grew darker still	D
And birds were hushed and peace was growing	C
And quietness crept up the hill	D
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And no wind was blowing	C
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And I knew	E
That this was the hour of knowing	C
And the night and the woods and you	E
Were one together and I should find	F
Soon in the silence the hidden key	G
Of all that had hurt and puzzled me	G
Why you were you and the night was kind	F
And the woods were part of the heart of me	G
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And there I waited breathlessly	G
Alone and slowly the holy three	G
The three that I loved together grew	E
One in the hour of knowing	C
Night and the woods and you	E
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And suddenly	G
There was an uproar in my woods	A
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The noise of a fool in mock distress	A
Crashing and laughing and blindly going	C
Of ignorant feet and a swishing dress	A
And a Voice profaning the solitudes	A
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The spell was broken the key denied me	G
And at length your flat clear voice beside me	G
Mouthed cheerful clear flat platitudes	A
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You came and quacked beside me in the wood	H
You said quot The view from here is very good quot	H
You said quot It's nice to be alone a bit quot	H
And quot How the days are drawing out quot you said	H
You said quot The sunset's pretty isn't it quot	H
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By God I wish I wish that you were dead	H

Rupert Brooke

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