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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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