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On	A
Thro' the gleaming gray	B
I ran to the storm and clang	C
To the red red hill where the great tree swayed	D
And scattered bells like autumn leaves	E
How the red bells rang	C
My breath within my breast	F
Was held like a diver's breath	G
The leaves were tangled locks of gray	B
The boughs of the tree were white and gray	B
Shaped like scythes of Death	G
The boughs of the tree would sweep and sway	B
Sway like scythes of Death	G
But it was beautiful	H
I knew that all was well	I
A thousand bells from a thousand boughs	J
Each moment bloomed and fell	I
On the hill of the wind swept tree	K
There were no bells asleep	L
They sang beneath my trailing wings	M
Like rivers sweet and steep	L
Deep rock clefts before my feet	N
Mighty chimes did keep	L
And little choirs did keep	L
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He Receives the Bells	O
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Honeyed small and fair	P
Like flowers in flowery lands	Q
Like little maidens' hands	Q
Two bells fell in my hair	P
Two bells caressed my hair	P
I pressed them to my purple lips	R
In the strangling Chaos air	P
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He Starts on the Return Journey	K
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On desperate wings and strong	S
Two bells within my breast	F
I breathed again I breathed again	T
West of the Universe	U
West of the skies of the West	F
Into the black toward home	V
And never a star in sight	W
By Faith that is blind I took my way	B
With my two bosomed blossoms gay	B
Till a speck in the East was the Milky way	B
Till starlit was the night	W
And the bells had quenched all memory	K
All hope	X
All borrowed sorrow	Y
I had no thirst for yesterday	B
No thought for to morrow	Y
Like hearts within my breast	F
The bells would throb to me	K
And drown the siren stars	Z
That sang enticingly	I
My heart became a bell	I
Three bells were in my breast	F
Three hearts to comfort me	K
We reached the daytime happily	K
We reached the earth with glee	K
In an hour in an hour it was done	A2
The wings in their morning flight	W
Were a thousand times ten thousand times	B2
More swift than beams of light	W
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He Gives What He Won to the Indian Girl	I
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I panted in the grassy wood	C2
I kissed the Indian Maid	D
As she took my wings from me	K
With all the grace I could	C2
I gave two throbbing bells to her	D2
From the foot of the Laughing Tree	K
And one she pressed to her golden breast	F
And one gave back to me	K
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From Lilies of the valley	K
See them fade	D
From poppy blooms all frayed	D
From dandelions gray with care	P
From pansy faces worn and torn	E2
From morning glories	F2
See them fade	D
From all things fragile faint and fair	P
Are the Wings of the Morning made	D

Vachel Lindsay

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