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Forth from the dust and din	A
The crush the heat the many spotted glare	B
The odour and sense of life and lust aflare	B
The wrangle and jangle of unrests	C
Let us take horse Dear Heart take horse and win	A
As from swart August to the green lap of May	D
To quietness and the fresh and fragrant breasts	C
Of the still delicious night not yet aware	B
In any of her innumerable nests	C
Of that first sudden plash of dawn	E
Clear sapphirine luminous large	F
Which tells that soon the flowing springs of day	D
In deep and ever deeper eddies drawn	E
Forward and up in wider and wider way	D
Shall float the sands and brim the shores	C
On this our lith of the World as round it roars	C
And spins into the outlook of the Sun	G
The Lord's first gift the Lord's especial charge	F
With light with living light from marge to marge	F
Until the course He set and staked be run	G
	-
Through street and square through square and street	H
Each with his home grown quality of dark	I
And violated silence loud and fleet	H
Waylaid by a merry ghost at every lamp	J
The hansom wheels and plunges Hark O hark	I
Sweet how the old mare's bit and chain	K
Ring back a rough refrain	K
Upon the marked and cheerful tramp	J
Of her four shoes Here is the Park	I
And O the languid midsummer wafts adust	H
The tired midsummer blooms	C
O the mysterious distances the glooms	C
Romantic the august	H
And solemn shapes At night this City of Trees	C
Turns to a tryst of vague and strange	L
And monstrous Majesties	C
Let loose from some dim underworld to range	L
These terrene vistas till their twilight sets	C
When dispossessed of wonderfulness they stand	H
Beggared and common plain to all the land	H
For stooks of leaves And lo the Wizard Hour	B
His silent shining sorcery winged with power	B
Still still the streets between their carcanets	C
Of linking gold are avenues of sleep	M
But see how gable ends and parapets	C
In gradual beauty and significance	C
Emerge And did you hear	B
That little twitter and cheep	M
Breaking inordinately loud and clear	B
On this still spectral exquisite atmosphere	B
'Tis a first nest at matins And behold	H
A rakehell cat how furtive and acold	H
A spent witch homing from some infamous dance	C
Obscene quick trotting see her tip and fade	H
Through shadowy railings into a pit of shade	H
And now a little wind and shy	N
The smell of ships that earnest of romance	C
A sense of space and water and thereby	N
A lamplit bridge ouching the troubled sky	N
And look O look a tangle of silver gleams	C
And dusky lights our River and all his dreams	C
His dreams that never save in our deaths can die	N
	-
What miracle is happening in the air	B
Charging the very texture of the gray	D
With something luminous and rare	B
The night goes out like an ill parcelled fire	B
And as one lights a candle it is day	D
The extinguisher that perks it like a spire	B
On the little formal church is not yet green	O
Across the water but the house tops nigher	B
The corner lines the chimneys look how clean	O
How new how naked See the batch of boats	C
Here at the stairs washed in the fresh sprung beam	P
And those are barges that were goblin floats	C
Black hag steered fraught with devilry and dream	P
And in the piles the water frolics clear	B
The ripples into loose rings wander and flee	Q
And we we can behold that could but hear	B
The ancient River singing as he goes	C
New mailed in morning to the ancient Sea	Q
The gas burns lank and jaded in its glass	C
The old Ruffian soon shall yawn himself awake	R
And light his pipe and shoulder his tools and take	R
His hobnailed way to work	S
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Let us too pass	C
Pass ere the sun leaps and your shadow shows	C
Through these long blindfold rows	C
Of casements staring blind to right and left	H
Each with his gaze turned inward on some piece	C
Of life in death's own likeness Life bereft	H
Of living looks as by the Great Release	C
Pass to an exquisite night's more exquisite close	C
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Reach upon reach of burial so they feel	T
These colonies of dreams And as we steal	T
Homeward together but for the buxom breeze	C
Fitfully frolicking to heel	T
With news of dawn drenched woods and tumbling seas	C
We might thus awed thus lonely that we are	B
Be wandering some dispeopled star	B
Some world of memories and unbroken graves	C
So broods the abounding Silence near and far	B
Till even your footfall craves	C
Forgiveness of the majesty it braves	C

William Ernest Henley

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