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I	A
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The thick lids of Night closed upon me	B
Alone at the Bill	C
Of the Isle by the Race	D
Many caverned bald wrinkled of face	D
And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me	B
To brood and be still	C
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II	A
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No wind fanned the flats of the ocean	E
Or promontory sides	F
Or the ooze by the strand	G
Or the bent bearded slope of the land	G
Whose base took its rest amid everlong motion	E
Of criss crossing tides	F
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III	A
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Soon from out of the Southward seemed nearing	H
A whirr as of wings	I
Waved by mighty vanned flies	J
Or by night moths of measureless size	J
And in softness and smoothness well nigh beyond hearing	H
Of corporal things	I
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IV	-
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And they bore to the bluff and alighted	G
A dim discerned train	K
Of sprites without mould	G
Frameless souls none might touch or might hold	G
On the ledge by the turreted lantern farsighted	G
By men of the main	K
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V	-
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And I heard them say Home and I knew them	L
For souls of the felled	G
On the earth's nether bord	G
Under Capricorn whither they'd warred	G
And I neared in my awe and gave heedfulness to them	L
With breathings inheld	G
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VI	-
	-
Then it seemed there approached from the northward	G
A senior soul flame	M
Of the like filmy hue	N
And he met them and spake Is it you	N
O my men Said they Aye We bear homeward and hearthward	G
To list to our fame	M
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VII	-
	-
I've flown there before you he said then	O
Your households are well	P
But your kin linger less	Q
On your glory arid war mightiness	Q
Than on dearer things Dearer cried these from the dead then	O
Of what do they tell	P
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VIII	-
	-
Some mothers muse sadly and murmur	R
Your doings as boys	Q
Recall the quaint ways	Q
Of your babyhood's innocent days	Q
Some pray that ere dying your faith had grown firmer	R
And higher your joys	Q
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IX	Q
	-
A father broods 'Would I had set him	S
To some humble trade	G
And so slacked his high fire	R
And his passionate martial desire	R
Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him	S
To this due crusade	G
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X	Q
	-
And General how hold out our sweethearts	Q
Sworn loyal as doves	Q
Many mourn many think	T
It is not unattractive to prink	T
Them in sables for heroes Some fickle and fleet hearts	Q
Have found them new loves	Q
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XI	Q
	-
And our wives quoth another resignedly	P
Dwell they on our deeds	Q
Deeds of home that live yet	G
Fresh as new deeds of fondness or fret	G
Ancient words that were kindly expressed or unkindly	P
These these have their heeds	Q
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XII	Q
	-
Alas then it seems that our glory	Q
Weighs less in their thought	G
Than our old homely acts	Q
And the long ago commonplace facts	Q
Of our lives held by us as scarce part of our story	Q
And rated as nought	G
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XIII	Q
	-
Then bitterly some Was it wise now	U
To raise the tomb door	V
For such knowledge Away	W
But the rest Fame we prized till to day	W
Yet that hearts keep us green for old kindness we prize now	U
A thousand times more	V
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XIV	-
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Thus speaking the trooped apparitions	Q
Began to disband	G
And resolve them in two	N
Those whose record was lovely and true	N
Bore to northward for home those of bitter traditions	Q
Again left the land	G
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XV	-
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And towering to seaward in legions	Q
They paused at a spot	G
Overbending the Race	Q
That engulphing ghast sinister place	Q
Whither headlong they plunged to the fathomless regions	Q
Of myriads forgot	G
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XVI	-
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And the spirits of those who were homing	T
Passed on rushingly	P
Like the Pentecost Wind	G
And the whirr of their wayfaring thinned	G
And surceased on the sky and but left in the gloaming	T
Sea mutterings and me	Q

Thomas Hardy

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