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To range deep wrapt along a heavenly height	A
O'erseeing all that man but undersees	B
To loiter down lone alleys of delight	A
And hear the beating of the hearts of trees	B
And think the thoughts that lilies speak in white	A
By greenwood pools and pleasant passages	B
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With healthy dreams a dream in flesh and soul	C
To pace in mighty meditations drawn	D
From out the forest to the open knoll	C
Where much thyme is whence blissful leagues of lawn	D
Betwixt the fringing woods to southward roll	C
By tender inclinations mad with dawn	D
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Ablaze with fires that flame in silver dew	E
When each small globe doth glass the morning star	F
Long ere the sun sweet smitten through and through	E
With dappled revelations read afar	F
Suffused with saintly ecstasies of blue	E
As all the holy eastern heavens are	F
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To fare thus fervid to what daily toil	G
Employs thy spirit in that larger Land	H
Where thou art gone to strive but not to moil	G
In nothings that do mar the artist's hand	H
Not drudge unriched as grain rots back to soil	G
No profit out of death going yet still at stand	H
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Giving what life is here in hand to day	I
For that that's in to morrow's bush perchance	B
Of this year's harvest none in the barn to lay	I
All sowed for next year's crop a dull advance	B
In curves that come but by another way	I
Back to the start a thriftless thrift of ants	B
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Whose winter wastes their summer O my Friend	J
Freely to range to muse to toil is thine	K
Thine now to watch with Homer sails that bend	J
Unstained by Helen's beauty o'er the brine	K
Tow'rds some clean Troy no Hector need defend	J
Nor flame devour or in some mild moon's shine	K
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Where amiabler winds the whistle heed	L
To sail with Shelley o'er a bluer sea	B
And mark Prometheus from his fetters freed	L
Pass with Deucalion over Italy	B
While bursts the flame from out his eager reed	L
Wild stretching towards the West of destiny	B
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Or prone with Plato Shakespeare and a throng	M
Of bards beneath some plane tree's cool eclipse	B
To gaze on glowing meads where lingering long	M
Psyche's large Butterfly her honey sips	B
Or mingling free in choirs of German song	M
To learn of Goethe's life from Goethe's lips	B
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These these are thine and we who still are dead	N
Do yearn nay not to kill thee back again	O
Into this charnel life this lowlihead	N
Not to the dark of sense the blinking brain	P
The hugged delusion drear the hunger fed	N
On husks of guess the monarchy of pain	P
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The cross of love the wrench of faith the shame	Q
Of science that cannot prove proof is the twist	N
Of blame for praise and bitter praise for blame	Q
The silly stake and tether round the wrist	N
By fashion fixed the virtue that doth claim	Q
The gains of vice the lofty mark that's missed	N
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By all the mortal space 'twixt heaven and hell	G
The soul's sad growth o'er stationary friends	B
Who hear us from our height not well not well	G
The slant of accident the sudden bends	B
Of purpose tempered strong the gambler's spell	G
The son's disgrace the plan that e'er depends	B
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On others' plots the tricks that passion plays	B
I loving you you him he none at all	G
The artist's pain to walk his blood stained ways	B
A special soul yet judged as general	G
The endless grief of art the sneer that slays	B
The war the wound the groan the funeral pall	G
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Not into these bright spirit do we yearn	R
To bring thee back but oh to be to be	B
Unbound of all these gyves to stretch to spurn	R
The dark from off our dolorous lids to see	B
Our spark Conjecture blaze and sunwise burn	R
And suddenly to stand again by thee	B
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Ah not for us not yet by thee to stand	N
For us the fret the dark the thorn the chill	G
For us to call across unto thy Land	N
Friend get thee to the minstrels' holy hill	G
And kiss those brethren for us mouth and hand	N
And make our duty to our master Will	G

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