Hawthorn And Lavender Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| My songs were once of the sunrise | B |
| They shouted it over the bar | C |
| First footing the dawns they flourished | D |
| And flamed with the morning star | C |
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| My songs are now of the sunset | E |
| Their brows are touched with light | F |
| But their feet are lost in the shadows | G |
| And wet with the dews of night | F |
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| Yet for the joy in their making | H |
| Take them O fond and true | I |
| And for his sake who made them | J |
| Let them be dear to You | I |
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| PRAELUDIUM | J |
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| Largo espressivo | A |
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| In sumptuous chords and strange | K |
| Through rich yet poignant harmonies | L |
| Subtle and strong browns reds | M |
| Magnificent with death and the pride of death | N |
| Thin clamant greens | O |
| And delicate yellows that exhaust | P |
| The exquisite chromatics of decay | Q |
| From ruining gardens from reluctant woods | R |
| Dear multitudinously reluctant woods | R |
| And sering margents forced | S |
| To be lean and bare and perished grace by grace | T |
| And flower by flower discharmed | S |
| Comes to a purpose none | U |
| Not even the Scorner which is the Fool can blink | V |
| The dead march of the year | W |
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| Dead things and dying Now the long laboured soul | X |
| Listens and pines But never a note of hope | Y |
| Sounds whether in those high | A |
| Transcending unisons of resignation | U |
| That speed the sovran sun | U |
| As he goes southing weakening minishing | V |
| Almighty in obedience or in those | G |
| Small sorrowful colloquies | G |
| Of bronze and russet and gold | S |
| Colour with colour dying things with dead | S |
| That break along this visual orchestra | Z |
| As in that other one the audible | A2 |
| Horn answers horn hautboy and violin | B2 |
| Talk and the 'cello calls the clarionet | S |
| And flute and the poor heart is glad | S |
| There is no hope in these only despair | C2 |
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| Then destiny in act ensues | G |
| That most tremendous passage in the score | D2 |
| When hangman rains and winds have wrought | S |
| Their worst and the brave lights gone down | E2 |
| The low strings the brute brass the sullen drums | G |
| Sob grovel and curse themselves | G |
| Silent | S |
| But on the spirit of Man | F2 |
| And on the heart of the World there falls | G |
| A strange half desperate peace | G |
| A war worn militant gray jubilance | G |
| In the unkind implacable tyranny | G2 |
| Of Winter the obscene | H2 |
| Old crapulous Regent who in his loins | G |
| O who but feels he carries in his loins | G |
| The wild sweet blooded wonderful harlot Spring | V |
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| I | A |
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| Low low | I2 |
| Over a perishing after glow | I2 |
| A thin red shred of moon | J2 |
| Trailed In the windless air | C2 |
| The poplars all ranked lean and chill | K2 |
| The smell of winter loitered there | C2 |
| And the Year's heart felt still | K2 |
| Yet not so far away | Q |
| Seemed the mad Spring | V |
| But that as lovers will | K2 |
| I let my laughing heart go play | Q |
| As it had been a fond maid's frolicking | V |
| And turning thrice the gold I'd got | S |
| In the good gloom | J |
| Solemnly wished me what | S |
| What and with whom | J |
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| II | A |
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| Moon of half candied meres | G |
| And flurrying fading snows | G |
| Moon of unkindly rains | G |
| Wild skies and troubled vanes | G |
| When the Norther snarls and bites | G |
| And the lone moon walks a cold | S |
| And the lawns grizzle o' nights | G |
| And wet fogs search the fold | S |
| Here in this heart of mine | L2 |
| A dream that warms like wine | L2 |
| A dream one other knows | G |
| Moon of the roaring weirs | G |
| And the sip sopping close | G |
| February Fill Dyke | V |
| Shapes like a royal rose | G |
| A red red rose | G |
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| O but the distance clears | G |
| O but the daylight grows | G |
| Soon shall the pied wind flowers | G |
| Babble of greening hours | G |
| Primrose and daffodil | K2 |
| Yearn to a fathering sun | U |
| The lark have all his will | K2 |
| The thrush be never done | U |
| And April May and June | J2 |
| Go to the same blythe tune | J2 |
| As this blythe dream of mine | L2 |
| Moon when the crocus peers | G |
| Moon when the violet blows | G |
| February Fair Maid | S |
| Haste and let come the rose | G |
| Let come the rose | G |
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| III | A |
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| The night dislimns and breaks | G |
| Like snows slow thawn | L2 |
| An evil wind awakes | G |
| On lea and lawn | L2 |
| The low East quakes and hark | V |
| Out of the kindless dark | V |
| A fierce protesting lark | V |
| High in the horror of dawn | L2 |
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| A shivering streak of light | S |
| A scurry of rain | L2 |
| Bleak day from bleaker night | S |
| Creeps pinched and fain | L2 |
| The old gloom thins and dies | G |
| And in the wretched skies | G |
| A new gloom sick to rise | G |
| Sprawls like a thing in pain | L2 |
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| And yet what matter say | G |
| The shuddering trees | G |
| The Easter stricken day | G |
| The sodden leas | G |
| The good bird wing and wing | V |
| With Time finds heart to sing | V |
| As he were hastening | V |
| The swallow o'er the seas | G |
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| IV | A |
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| It came with the year's first crocus | G |
| In a world of winds and snows | G |
| Because it would because it must | S |
| Because of life and time and lust | S |
| And a year's first crocus served my turn | L2 |
| As well as the year's first rose | G |
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| The March rack hurries and hectors | G |
| The March dust heaps and blows | G |
| But the primrose flouts the daffodil | K2 |
| And here's the patient violet still | K2 |
| And the year's first crocus brought me luck | V |
| So hey for the year's first rose | G |
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| V | A |
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| The good South West on sea worn wings | G |
| Comes shepherding the good rain | L2 |
| The brave Sea breaks and glooms and swings | G |
| A weltering glittering plain | L2 |
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| Sound Sea of England sound and shine | L2 |
| Blow English Wind amain | L2 |
| Till in this old gray heart of mine | L2 |
| The Spring need wake again | L2 |
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| VI | A |
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| In the red April dawn | L2 |
| In the wild April weather | M2 |
| From brake and thicket and lawn | L2 |
| The birds sing all together | M2 |
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| The look of the hoyden Spring | V |
| Is pinched and shrewish and cold | S |
| But all together they sing | V |
| Of a world that can never be old | S |
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| Of a world still young still young | V |
| Whose last word won't be said | S |
| Nor her last song dreamed and sung | V |
| Till her last true lover's dead | S |
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| VII | A |
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| The April sky sags low and drear | M2 |
| The April winds blow cold | S |
| The April rains fall gray and sheer | M2 |
| And yeanlings keep the fold | S |
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| But the rook has built and the song birds quire | M2 |
| And over the faded lea | A |
| The lark soars glorying gyre on gyre | M2 |
| And he is the bird for me | A |
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| For he sings as if from his watchman's height | S |
| He saw this blighting day | G |
| The far vales break into colour and light | S |
| From the banners and arms of May | G |
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| VIII | A |
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| Shadow and gleam on the Downland | S |
| Under the low Spring sky | A |
| Shadow and gleam in my spirit | S |
| Why | A |
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| A bird in his nest rejoicing | V |
| Cheers and flatters and woos | G |
| A fresh voice flutters my fancy | A |
| Whose | G |
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| And the humour of April frolics | G |
| And bickers in blade and bough | N2 |
| O to meet for the primal kindness | G |
| Now | N2 |
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| IX | G |
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| The wind on the wold | S |
| With sea scents and sea dreams attended | S |
| Is wine | L2 |
| The air is as gold | S |
| In elixir it takes so the splendid | S |
| Sunshine | L2 |
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| O the larks in the blue | I |
| How the song of them glitters and glances | G |
| And gleams | G |
| The old music sounds new | I |
| And it's O the wild Spring and his chances | G |
| And dreams | G |
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| There's a lift in the blood | S |
| O this gracious and thirsting and aching | V |
| Unrest | S |
| All life's at the bud | S |
| And my heart full of April is breaking | V |
| My breast | S |
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| X | G |
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| Deep in my gathering garden | L2 |
| A gallant thrush has built | S |
| And his quaverings on the stillness | G |
| Like light made song are spilt | S |
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| They gleam they glint they sparkle | A2 |
| They glitter along the air | M2 |
| Like the song of a sunbeam netted | S |
| In a tangle of red gold hair | M2 |
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| And I long as I laugh and listen | L2 |
| For the angel hour that shall bring | V |
| My part pre ordained and appointed | S |
| In the miracle of Spring | V |
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| XI | G |
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| What doth the blackbird in the boughs | G |
| Sing all day to his nested spouse | G |
| What but the song of his old Mother Earth | O2 |
| In her mighty humour of lust and mirth | O2 |
| 'Love and God's will go wing and wing | V |
| And as for death is there any such thing ' | - |
| In the shadow of death | N |
| So at the beck of the wizard Spring | V |
| The dear bird saith | N |
| So the bird saith | N |
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| Caught with us all in the nets of fate | S |
| So the sweet wretch sings early and late | S |
| And O my fairest after all | P2 |
| The heart of the World's in his innocent call | P2 |
| The will of the World's with him wing and wing | V |
| 'Life life life 'Tis the sole great thing | V |
| This side of death | N |
| Heart on heart in the wonder of Spring ' | - |
| So the bird saith | N |
| The wise bird saith | N |
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| XII | G |
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| This world all hoary | G |
| With song and story | G |
| Rolls in a glory | G |
| Of youth and mirth | N |
| Above and under | M2 |
| Clothed on with wonder | M2 |
| Sunrise and thunder | M2 |
| And death and birth | N |
| His broods befriending | V |
| With grace unending | V |
| And gifts transcending | V |
| A god's at play | G |
| Yet do his meetness | G |
| And sovran sweetness | G |
| Hold in the jocund purpose of May | G |
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| So take your pleasure | M2 |
| And in full measure | M2 |
| Use of your treasure | M2 |
| When birds sing best | S |
| For when heaven's bluest | S |
| And earth feels newest | S |
| And love longs truest | S |
| And takes not rest | S |
| When winds blow cleanest | S |
| And seas roll sheenest | S |
| And lawns lie greenest | S |
| Then night and day | S |
| Dear life counts dearest | S |
| And God walks nearest | S |
| To them that praise Him praising His May | S |
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| XIII | G |
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| I talked one midnight with the jolly ghost | S |
| Of a gray ancestor TOM HEYWOOD hight | S |
| And 'Here's ' says he his old heart liquor lifted | S |
| 'Here's how we did when GLORIANA shone ' | - |
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| All in a garden green | L2 |
| Thrushes were singing | V |
| Red rose and white between | L2 |
| Lilies were springing | V |
| It was the merry May | S |
| Yet sang my Lady | S |
| 'Nay Sweet now nay now nay | S |
| I am not ready ' | - |
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| Then to a pleasant shade | S |
| I did invite her | M2 |
| All things a concert made | S |
| For to delight her | M2 |
| Under the grass was gay | S |
| Yet sang my Lady | S |
| 'Nay Sweet now nay now nay | S |
| I am not ready ' | - |
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| XIV | A |
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| Why do you linger and loiter O most sweet | S |
| Why do you falter and delay | S |
| Now that the insolent high blooded May | S |
| Comes greeting and to greet | S |
| Comes with her instant summonings to stray | S |
| Down the green antient way | S |
| The leafy still rose haunted eye proof street | S |
| Where true lovers each other may entreat | S |
| Ere the gold hair turn gray | S |
| Entreat and fleet | S |
| Life gaudily and so play out their play | S |
| Even with the triumphing May | S |
| The young eyed smiling irresistible May | S |
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| Why do you loiter and linger O most dear | M2 |
| Why do you dream and palter and stay | S |
| When every dawn that rushes up the bay | S |
| Brings nearer and more near | M2 |
| The Terror the Discomforter whose prey | S |
| Beloved we must be Nor prayer nor tear | M2 |
| Lets his arraignment but we disappear | M2 |
| What time the gold turns gray | S |
| Into the sheer | M2 |
| Blind gulfs unglutted of mere Yesterday | S |
| With the unlingering May | S |
| The good fulfilling irresponsible May | S |
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| XV | A |
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| Come where my Lady lies | G |
| Sleeping down the golden hours | G |
| Cover her with flowers | G |
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| Bluebells from the clearings | G |
| Flag flowers from the rills | G |
| Wildings from the lush hedgerows | G |
| Delicate daffodils | G |
| Sweetlings from the formal plots | G |
| Bloomkins from the bowers | G |
| Heap them round her where she sleeps | G |
| Cover her with flowers | G |
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| Sweet pea and pansy | G |
| Red hawthorn and white | S |
| Gilliflowers like praising souls | G |
| Lilies lamps of light | S |
| Nurselings of what happy winds | G |
| Suns and stars and showers | G |
| Joylets good to see and smell | Q2 |
| Cover her with flowers | G |
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| Like to sky born shadows | G |
| Mirrored on a stream | J |
| Let their odours meet and mix | G |
| And waver through her dream | J |
| Last the crowded sweetness | G |
| Slumber overpowers | G |
| And she feels the lips she loves | G |
| Craving through the flowers | G |
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| XVI | A |
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| The west a glory of green and red and gold | S |
| The magical drifts to north and eastward rolled | S |
| The shining sands the still transfigured sea | G |
| The wind so light it scarce begins to be | G |
| As these long days unfold a flower unfold | S |
| Life's rose in me | G |
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| Life's rose life's rose Red at my heart it glows | G |
| Glows and is glad as in some quiet close | G |
| The sun's spoiled darlings their gay life renew | I |
| Only the clement rain the mothering dew | I |
| Daytide and night all things that make the rose | G |
| Are you dear you | I |
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| XVII | A |
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| Look down dear eyes look down | L2 |
| Lest you betray her gladness | G |
| Dear brows do naught but frown | L2 |
| Lest men miscall my madness | G |
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| Come not dear hands so near | M2 |
| Lest all besides come nearer | M2 |
| Dear heart hold me less dear | M2 |
| Lest time hold nothing dearer | M2 |
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| Keep me dear lips O keep | R2 |
| The great last word unspoken | L2 |
| Lest other eyes go weep | R2 |
| And other lives lie broken | L2 |
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| XVIII | A |
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| Poplar and lime and chestnut | S |
| Meet in a living screen | L2 |
| And there the winds and the sunbeams keep | R2 |
| A revel of gold and green | L2 |
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| O the green dreams and the golden | L2 |
| The golden thoughts and green | L2 |
| This green and golden end of May | S |
| My lover and me between | L2 |
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| XIX | G |
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| Hither this solemn eventide | S |
| All flushed and mystical and blue | I |
| When the late bird sings | G |
| And sweet breathed garden ghosts walk sudden and wide | S |
| Hesper that bringeth all good things | G |
| Brings me a dream of you | I |
| And in my heart dear heart it comes and goes | G |
| Even as the south wind lingers and falls and blows | G |
| Even as the south wind sighs and tarries and streams | G |
| Among the living leaves about and round | S |
| With a still soothing sound | S |
| As of a multitude of dreams | G |
| Of love and the longing of love and love's delight | S |
| Thronging ten thousand deep | R2 |
| Into the uncreating Night | S |
| With semblances and shadows to fulfil | I |
| Amaze and thrill | I |
| The strange dispeopled silences of Sleep | R2 |
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| XX | G |
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| After the grim daylight | S |
| Night | S |
| Night and the stars and the sea | G |
| Only the sea and the stars | G |
| And the star shown sails and spars | G |
| Naught else in the night for me | G |
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| Over the northern height | S |
| Light | S |
| Light and the dawn of a day | S |
| With nothing for me but a breast | S |
| Laboured with love's unrest | S |
| And the irk of an idle May | S |
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| XXI | G |
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| Love which is lust is the Lamp in the Tomb | J |
| Love which is lust is the Call from the Gloom | J |
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| Love which is lust is the Main of Desire | M2 |
| Love which is lust is the Centric Fire | M2 |
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| So man and woman will keep their trust | S |
| Till the very Springs of the Sea run dust | S |
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| Yea each with the other will lose and win | L2 |
| Till the very Sides of the Grave fall in | L2 |
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| For the strife of Love's the abysmal strife | A |
| And the word of Love is the Word of Life | A |
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| And they that go with the Word unsaid | S |
| Though they seem of the living are damned and dead | S |
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| XXII | G |
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| Between the dusk of a summer night | S |
| And the dawn of a summer day | S |
| We caught at a mood as it passed in flight | S |
| And we bade it stoop and stay | S |
| And what with the dawn of night began | L2 |
| With the dusk of day was done | L2 |
| For that is the way of woman and man | L2 |
| When a hazard has made them one | L2 |
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| Arc upon arc from shade to shine | L2 |
| The World went thundering free | G |
| And what was his errand but hers and mine | L2 |
| The lords of him I and she | G |
| O it's die we must but it's live we can | L2 |
| And the marvel of earth and sun | L2 |
| Is all for the joy of woman and man | L2 |
| And the longing that makes them one | L2 |
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| XXIII | G |
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| I took a hansom on to day | S |
| For a round I used to know | L2 |
| That I used to take for a woman's sake | V |
| In a fever of to and fro | L2 |
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| There were the landmarks one and all | I |
| What did they stand to show | L2 |
| Street and square and river were there | M2 |
| Where was the antient woe | L2 |
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| Never a hint of a challenging hope | Y |
| Nor a hope laid sick and low | L2 |
| But a longing dead as its kindred sped | S |
| A thousand years ago | L2 |
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| XXIV | A |
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| Only a freakish wisp of hair | M2 |
| Nay but its wildest its most frolic whorl | I |
| Stands for a slim enamoured sweet fleshed girl | I |
| And so a tangle of dream and charm and fun | L2 |
| Its every crook a promise and a snare | M2 |
| Its every dowle or genially gadding | V |
| Or crisply curled | S |
| Heartening and madding | V |
| Empales a novel and peculiar world | S |
| Of right essential fantasies | G |
| And shining acts as yet undone | L2 |
| But in these wonder working days | G |
| Soon soon to ask our sovran Lord the Sun | L2 |
| For countenance and praise | G |
| As of the best his storying eye hath seen | L2 |
| And his vast memory can parallel | I |
| Among the darling victories | G |
| Beneficent beautiful inexpressible | I |
| Of life on time | J |
| Yet have they flashed and been | L2 |
| In millions since 'twas his to bring | V |
| The heaven creating Spring | V |
| An angel of adventure and delight | S |
| In all her beauty and all her strength and worth | N |
| With her great guerdons of romance and spright | S |
| And those high needs that fill the flesh with might | S |
| Home to the citizens of this good green earth | N |
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| Poor souls they have but time and place | G |
| To play their transient little play | I |
| And sing their singular little song | V |
| Ere they are rushed away | I |
| Into the antient undisclosing Night | S |
| And none is left to tell of the clear eyes | G |
| That filled them with God's grace | G |
| And turned the iron skies to skies of gold | S |
| None but the sweetest She herself grows old | S |
| Grows old and dies | G |
| And but for such a lovely snatch of hair | M2 |
| As this none none could guess or know | L2 |
| That She was kind and fair | M2 |
| And he had nights and days beyond compare | M2 |
| How many dusty and silent years ago | L2 |
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| XXV | A |
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| This is the moon of roses | G |
| The lovely and flowerful time | J |
| And as white roses climb the wall | I |
| Your dreams about me climb | J |
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| This is the moon of roses | G |
| Glad and golden and blue | I |
| And as red roses drink of the sun | L2 |
| My dreams they drink of you | I |
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| This is the moon of roses | G |
| The cherishing South West blows | G |
| And life dear heart for me and you | I |
| O life's a rejoicing rose | G |
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| XXVI | A |
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| June and a warm sweet rain | L2 |
| June and the call of a bird | S |
| To a lover in pain | L2 |
| What lovelier word | S |
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| Two of each other fain | L2 |
| Happily heart on heart | S |
| So in the wind and rain | L2 |
| Spring bears his part | S |
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| O to be heart on heart | S |
| One with the warm June rain | L2 |
| God with us from the start | S |
| And no more pain | L2 |
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| XXVII | A |
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| It was a bowl of roses | G |
| There in the light they lay | I |
| Languishing glorying glowing | V |
| Their life away | I |
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| And the soul of them rose like a presence | G |
| Into me crept and grew | I |
| And filled me with something some one | L2 |
| O was it you | I |
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| XXVIII | A |
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| Your feet as glad | S |
| And light as a dove's homing wings you came | J |
| Came with your sweets to fill my hands | G |
| My sense with your perfume | J |
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| We closed with lips | G |
| Grown weary and fain with longing from afar | M2 |
| The while your grave enamoured eyes | G |
| Drank down the dream in mine | L2 |
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| Till the great need | S |
| So lovely and so instant grew it seemed | S |
| The embodied Spirit of the Spring | V |
| Hung at me heart on heart | S |
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| XXIX | G |
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| A world of leafage murmurous and a twinkle | I |
| The green delicious plenitude of June | L2 |
| Love and laughter and song | V |
| The blue day long | V |
| Going to the same glad golden tune | L2 |
| The same glad tune | L2 |
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| Clouds on the dim delighting skies a sprinkle | I |
| Poplars black in the wake of a setting moon | L2 |
| Love and languor and sleep | R2 |
| And the star sown deep | R2 |
| Going to the same good golden tune | L2 |
| The same good tune | L2 |
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| XXX | G |
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| I send you roses red like love | A |
| And white like death sweet friend | S |
| Born in your bosom to rejoice | G |
| Languish and droop and end | S |
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| If the white roses tell of death | N |
| Let the red roses mend | S |
| The talk with true stories of love | A |
| Unchanging till the end | S |
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| Red and white roses love and death | N |
| What else is left to send | S |
| For what is life but love the means | G |
| And death true Wife the end | S |
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| XXXI | G |
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| These glad these great these goodly days | G |
| Bewildering hope outrunning praise | G |
| The Earth renewed by the great Sun's longing | V |
| Utters her joy in a million ways | G |
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| What is there left sweet Soul and true | I |
| What for us and our dream to do | I |
| What but to take this mighty Summer | M2 |
| As it were made for me and you | I |
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| Take it and live it beam by beam | J |
| Motes of light on a gleaming stream | J |
| Glare by glare and glory on glory | G |
| Through to the ash of this flaming dream | J |
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| XXXII | G |
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| The downs like uplands in Eden | L2 |
| Gleam in an afterglow | L2 |
| Like a rose world ruining earthwards | G |
| Mystical wistful slow | L2 |
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| Near and afar in the leafage | K |
| That last glad call to the nest | S |
| And the thought of you hangs and triumphs | G |
| With Hesper low in the west | S |
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| Till the song and the light and the colour | G |
| The passion of earth and sky | A |
| Are blent in a rapture of boding | A |
| Of the death we should one day die | A |
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| XXXIII | G |
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| The time of the silence | G |
| Of birds is upon us | G |
| Rust in the chestnut leaf | A |
| Dust in the stubble | I |
| The turn of the Year | G |
| And the call to decay | A |
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| Stately and splendid | S |
| The Summer passes | G |
| Sad with satiety | S |
| Sick with fulfilment | S |
| Spent and consumed | S |
| But august till the end | S |
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| By wilting hedgerows | G |
| And white hot highways | G |
| Bearing its memories | G |
| Even as a burden | L2 |
| The tired heart plods | G |
| For a place of rest | S |
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| XXXIV | A |
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| There was no kiss that day | S |
| No intimate Yea and Nay | S |
| No sweets in hand no tender lingering touch | S2 |
| None of those desperate exquisite caresses | G |
| So instant O so brief and yet so much | S2 |
| The thought of the swiftest lifts and blesses | G |
| Nor any one of those great royal words | G |
| Those sovran privacies of speech | T2 |
| Frank as the call of April birds | G |
| That whispered live a life of gold | S |
| Among the heart's still sainted memories | G |
| And irk and thrill and ravish and beseech | T2 |
| Even when the dream of dreams in death's a cold | S |
| No there was none of these | G |
| Dear one and yet | S |
| O eyes on eyes O voices breaking still | I |
| For all the watchful will | I |
| Into a kinder kindness than seemed due | S |
| From you to me and me to you | S |
| And that hot eyed close throated blind regret | S |
| Of woman and man baulked and debarred the blue | S |
| No kiss no kiss that day | S |
| Nay rather though we seemed to wear the rue | S |
| Sweet friend how many and how goodly say | S |
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| XXXV | A |
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| Sing to me sing and sing again | L2 |
| My glad great throated nightingale | I |
| Sing as the good sun through the rain | L2 |
| Sing as the home wind in the sail | I |
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| Sing to me life and toil and time | J |
| O bugle of dawn O flute of rest | S |
| Sing and once more as in the prime | J |
| There shall be naught but seems the best | S |
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| And sing me at the last of love | A |
| Sing that old magic of the May | S |
| That makes the great world laugh and move | A |
| As lightly as our dream to day | S |
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| XXXVI | A |
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| We sat late late talking of many things | G |
| He told me of his grief and in the telling | A |
| The gist of his tale showed to me rhymed like this | G |
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| It came the news like a fire in the night | S |
| That life and its best were done | L2 |
| And there was never so dazed a wretch | T2 |
| In the beat of the living sun | L2 |
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| I read the news and the terms of the news | G |
| Reeled random round my brain | L2 |
| Like the senseless tedious buzzle and boom | J |
| Of a bluefly in the pane | L2 |
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| So I went for the news to the house of the news | G |
| But the words were left unsaid | S |
| For the face of the house was blank with blinds | G |
| And I knew that she was dead | S |
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| XXXVII | A |
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| 'Twas in a world of living leaves | G |
| That we two reaped and bound our sheaves | G |
| They were of white roses and red | S |
| And in the scything they were dead | S |
| - | |
| Now the high Autumn flames afield | S |
| And what is all his golden yield | S |
| To that we took and sheaved and bound | S |
| In the green dusk that gladdened round | S |
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| Yet must the memory grieve and ache | T2 |
| Of that we did for dear love's sake | T2 |
| But may no more under the sun | L2 |
| Being like our summer spent and done | L2 |
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| XXXVIII | A |
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| Since those we love and those we hate | S |
| With all things mean and all things great | S |
| Pass in a desperate disarray | S |
| Over the hills and far away | S |
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| It must be Dear that late or soon | L2 |
| Out of the ken of the watching moon | L2 |
| We shall abscond with Yesterday | S |
| Over the hills and far away | S |
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| What does it matter As I deem | J |
| We shall but follow as brave a dream | J |
| As ever smiled a wanton May | S |
| Over the hills and far away | S |
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| We shall remember and in pride | S |
| Fare forth fulfilled and satisfied | S |
| Into the land of Ever and Aye | A |
| Over the hills and far away | S |
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| XXXIX | G |
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| These were the woods of wonder | G |
| We found so close and boon | L2 |
| When the bride month in her beauty | S |
| Lay mouth to mouth with June | L2 |
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| November the old lean widow | S |
| Sniffs and snivels and shrills | G |
| And the bowers are all dismantled | S |
| And the long grass wets and chills | G |
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| And I hate these dismal dawnings | G |
| These miserable even ends | G |
| These orts and rags and heeltaps | G |
| This dream of being merely friends | G |
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| XL | I |
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| 'Dearest when I am dead | S |
| Make one last song for me | S |
| Sing what I would have said | S |
| Righting life's wrong for me | S |
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| 'Tell them how early and late | S |
| Glad ran the days with me | S |
| Seeing how goodly and great | S |
| Love were your ways with me ' | - |
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| XLI | I |
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| Dear hands so many times so much | T2 |
| When the spent year was green and prime | J |
| Come take your fill and touch | T2 |
| This one poor time | J |
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| Dear lips that could not leave unsaid | S |
| One sweet souled syllable of delight | S |
| Once more and be as dead | S |
| In the dead night | S |
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| Dear eyes so fond to read in mine | L2 |
| The message of our counted years | G |
| Look your proud last nor shine | L2 |
| Through tears through tears | G |
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| XLII | I |
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| When in what other life | A |
| Where in what old spent star | G |
| Systems ago dead vastitudes afar | G |
| Were we two bird and bough or man and wife | A |
| Or wave and spar | G |
| Or I the beating sea and you the bar | G |
| On which it breaks I know not I | A |
| But this O this my Very Dear I know | S |
| Your voice awakes old echoes in my heart | S |
| And things I say to you now are said once more | G |
| And Sweet when we two part | S |
| I feel I have seen you falter and linger so | S |
| So hesitate and turn and cling yet go | S |
| As once in some immemorable Before | G |
| Once on some fortunate yet thrice blasted shore | G |
| Was it for good | S |
| O these poor eyes are wet | S |
| And yet O yet | S |
| Now that we know I would not if I could | S |
| Forget | S |
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| XLIII | I |
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| The rain and the wind the wind and the rain | L2 |
| They are with us like a disease | G |
| They worry the heart they work the brain | L2 |
| As they shoulder and clutch at the shrieking pane | L2 |
| And savage the helpless trees | G |
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| What does it profit a man to know | S |
| These tattered and tumbling skies | G |
| A million stately stars will show | S |
| And the ruining grace of the after glow | S |
| And the rush of the wild sunrise | G |
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| Ever the rain the rain and the wind | S |
| Come hunch with me over the fire | G |
| Dream of the dreams that leered and grinned | S |
| Ere the blood of the Year got chilled and thinned | S |
| And the death came on desire | G |
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| XLIV | A |
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| He made this gracious Earth a hell | I |
| With Love and Drink I cannot tell | I |
| Of which he died But Death was well | I |
| - | |
| Will I die of drink | A |
| Why not | S |
| Won't I pause and think | A |
| What | S |
| Why in seeming wise | G |
| Waste your breath | N |
| Everybody dies | G |
| And of death | N |
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| Youth if you find it's youth | N |
| Too late | S |
| Truth and the back of truth | N |
| Straight | S |
| Be it love or liquor | G |
| What's the odds | G |
| So it slide you quicker | G |
| To the gods | G |
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| XLV | A |
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| O these long nights of days | G |
| All the year's baseness in the ways | G |
| All the year's wretchedness in the skies | G |
| While on the blind disheartened sea | S |
| A tramp wind plies | G |
| Cringingly and dejectedly | I |
| And rain and darkness mist and mud | S |
| They cling they close they sneak into the blood | S |
| They crawl and crowd upon the brain | L2 |
| Till in a dull dense monotone of pain | L2 |
| The past is found a kind of maze | G |
| At whose every coign and crook | A |
| Broad angle and privy nook | A |
| There waits a hooded Memory | S |
| Sad yet with strange bright unreproaching eyes | G |
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| XLVI | A |
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| In Shoreham River hurrying down | L2 |
| To the live sea | S |
| By working marrying breeding Shoreham Town | L2 |
| Breaking the sunset's wistful and solemn dream | J |
| An old black rotter of a boat | S |
| Past service to the labouring tumbling flote | S |
| Lay stranded in mid stream | J |
| With a horrid list a frightening lapse from the line | L2 |
| That made me think of legs and a broken spine | L2 |
| Soon all too soon | L2 |
| Ungainly and forlorn to lie | I |
| Full in the eye | I |
| Of the cynical discomfortable moon | L2 |
| That as I looked stared from the fading sky | I |
| A clown's face flour'd for work And by and by | I |
| The wide winged sunset wanned and waned | S |
| The lean night wind crept westward chilling and sighing | A |
| The poor old hulk remained | S |
| Stuck helpless in mid ebb And I knew why | I |
| Why as I looked my heart felt crying | A |
| For as I looked the good green earth seemed dying | A |
| Dying or dead | S |
| And as I looked on the old boat I said | S |
| 'Dear God it's I ' | - |
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| XLVII | A |
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| Come by my bed | S |
| What time the gray ghost shrieks and flies | G |
| Take in your hands my head | S |
| And look O look into my failing eyes | G |
| And by God's grace | G |
| Even as He sunders body and breath | N |
| The shadow of your face | G |
| Shall pass with me into the run | L2 |
| Of the Beyond and I shall keep and save | A |
| Your beauty as it used to be | S |
| An absolute part of me | S |
| Lying there dead and done | L2 |
| Far from the sovran bounty of the sun | L2 |
| Down in the grisly colonies of the Grave | A |
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| XLVIII | A |
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| Gray hills gray skies gray lights | G |
| And still gray sea | S |
| O fond O fair | G |
| The Mays that were | G |
| When the wild days and wilder nights | G |
| Made it like heaven to be | S |
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| Gray head gray heart gray dreams | G |
| O breath by breath | N |
| Night tide and day | S |
| Lapse gentle and gray | S |
| As to a murmur of tired streams | G |
| Into the haze of death | N |
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| XLIX | G |
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| Silence loneliness darkness | G |
| These and of these my fill | I |
| While God in the rush of the Maytide | S |
| Without is working His will | I |
| - | |
| Without are the wind and the wall flowers | G |
| The leaves and the nests and the rain | L2 |
| And in all of them God is making | A |
| His beautiful purpose plain | L2 |
| - | |
| But I wait in a horror of strangeness | G |
| A tool on His workshop floor | G |
| Worn to the butt and banished | S |
| His hand for evermore | G |
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| L | I |
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| So let me hence as one | L2 |
| Whose part in the world has been dreamed out and done | L2 |
| One that hath fairly earned and spent | S |
| In pride of heart and jubilance of blood | S |
| Such wages be they counted bad or good | S |
| As Time the old taskmaster was moved to pay | S |
| And having warred and suffered and passed on | L2 |
| Those gifts the Arbiters preferred and gave | A |
| Fare grateful and content | S |
| Down the dim way | S |
| Whereby races innumerable have gone | L2 |
| Into the silent universe of the grave | A |
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| Grateful for what hath been | L2 |
| For what my hand hath done mine eyes have seen | L2 |
| My heart been privileged to know | S |
| With all my lips in love have brought | S |
| To lips that yearned in love to them and wrought | S |
| In the way of wrath and pity and sport and song | A |
| Content this miracle of being alive | A |
| Dwindling that I thrice weary of worst and best | S |
| May shed my duds and go | S |
| From right and wrong | A |
| And ceasing to regret and long and strive | A |
| Accept the past and be for ever at rest | S |
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| FINALE | S |
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| Schizzando ma con sentimento | S |
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| A sigh sent wrong | A |
| A kiss that goes astray | S |
| A sorrow the years endlong | A |
| So they say | S |
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| So let it be | S |
| Come the sorrow the kiss the sigh | A |
| They are life dear life all three | S |
| And we die | A |
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| WORTHING | A |
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