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Now sleeps the land of houses	B
and dead night holds the street	C
And there thou liest my baby	D
and sleepest soft and sweet	C
My man is away for awhile	E
but safe and alone we lie	F
And none heareth thy breath but thy mother	G
and the moon looking down from the sky	F
On the weary waste of the town	H
as it looked on the grass edged road	I
Still warm with yesterday s sun	J
when I left my old abode	I
Hand in hand with my love	K
that night of all nights in the year	L
When the river of love o erflowed	I
and drowned all doubt and fear	L
And we two were alone in the world	I
and once if never again	M
We knew of the secret of earth	N
and the tale of its labour and pain	O
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Lo amidst London I lift thee	D
and how little and light thou art	I
And thou without hope or fear	L
thou fear and hope of my heart	I
Lo here thy body beginning	P
O son and thy soul and thy life	Q
But how will it be if thou livest	I
and enterest into the strife	Q
And in love we dwell together	G
when the man is grown in thee	D
When thy sweet speech I shall hearken	O
and yet twixt thee and me	D
Shall rise that wall of distance	R
that round each one doth grow	S
And maketh it hard and bitter	G
each other s thought to know	S
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Now therefore while yet thou art little	T
and hast no thought of thine own	O
I will tell thee a word of the world	I
of the hope whence thou hast grown	O
Of the love that once begat thee	D
of the sorrow that hath made	I
Thy little heart of hunger	G
and thy hands on my bosom laid	I
Then mayst thou remember hereafter	G
as whiles when people say	U
All this hath happened before	V
in the life of another day	U
So mayst thou dimly remember	G
this tale of thy mother s voice	W
As oft in the calm of dawning	P
I have heard the birds rejoice	W
As oft I have heard the storm wind	I
go moaning through the wood	I
And I knew that earth was speaking	P
and the mother s voice was good	I
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Now to thee alone will I tell it	I
that thy mother s body is fair	X
In the guise of the country maidens	Y
Who play with the sun and the air	X
Who have stood in the row of the reapers	Y
in the August afternoon	O
Who have sat by the frozen water	G
in the high day of the moon	O
When the lights of the Christmas feasting	P
were dead in the house on the hill	Z
And the wild geese gone to the salt marsh	A2
had left the winter still	Z
Yea I am fair my firstling	P
if thou couldst but remember me	D
The hair that thy small hand clutcheth	D
is a goodly sight to see	D
I am true but my face is a snare	X
soft and deep are my eyes	Y
And they seem for men s beguiling	P
fulfilled with the dreams of the wise	Y
Kind are my lips and they look	P
as though my soul had learned	I
Deep things I have never heard of	K
my face and my hands are burned	I
By the lovely sun of the acres	Y
three months of London town	O
And thy birth bed have bleached them indeed	I
But lo where the edge of the gown	O
So said thy father is parting	P
the wrist that is white as the curd	I
From the brown of the hand that I love	K
bright as the wing of a bird	I
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Such is thy mother O firstling	P
yet strong as the maidens of old	I
Whose spears and whose swords were the warders	Y
of homestead of field and of fold	I
Oft were my feet on the highway	U
often they wearied the grass	Y
From dusk unto dusk of the summer	G
three times in a week would I pass	Y
To the downs from the house on the river	G
through the waves of the blossoming corn	O
Fair then I lay down in the even	O
and fresh I arose on the morn	O
And scarce in the noon was I weary	D
Ah son in the days of thy strife	Q
If thy soul could but harbour a dream	B2
of the blossom of my life	Q
It would be as the sunlit meadows	Y
beheld from a tossing sea	D
And thy soul should look on a vision	O
of the peace that is to be	D
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Yet yet the tears on my cheek	P
and what is this doth move	C2
My heart to thy heart beloved	I
save the flood of yearning love	K
For fair and fierce is thy father	G
and soft and strange are his eyes	Y
That look on the days that shall be	D
with the hope of the brave and the wise	Y
It was many a day that we laughed	I
as over the meadows we walked	I
And many a day I hearkened	I
and the pictures came as he talked	I
It was many a day that we longed	I
and we lingered late at eve	D2
Ere speech from speech was sundered	I
and my hand his hand could leave	D2
Then I wept when I was alone	O
and I longed till the daylight came	E2
And down the stairs I stole	F2
and there was our housekeeping dame	E2
No mother of me the foundling	P
kindling the fire betimes	Y
Ere the haymaking folk went forth	D
to the meadows down by the limes	Y
All things I saw at a glance	Y
the quickening fire tongues leapt	I
Through the crackling heap of sticks	Y
and the sweet smoke up from it crept	I
And close to the very hearth	D
the low sun flooded the floor	V
And the cat and her kittens played	I
in the sun by the open door	V
The garden was fair in the morning	P
and there in the road he stood	I
Beyond the crimson daisies	Y
and the bush of southernwood	I
Then side by side together	G
through the grey walled place we went	I
And O the fear departed	I
and the rest and sweet content	I
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Son sorrow and wisdom he taught me	D
and sore I grieved and learned	I
As we twain grew into one	O
and the heart within me burned	I
With the very hopes of his heart	I
Ah son it is piteous	Y
But never again in my life	Q
shall I dare to speak to thee thus	Y
So may these lonely words	Y
about thee creep and cling	P
These words of the lonely night	I
in the days of our wayfaring	P
Many a child of woman	O
to night is born in the town	O
The desert of folly and wrong	P
and of what and whence are they grown	O
Many and many an one	O
of wont and use is born	O
For a husband is taken to bed	I
as a hat or a ribbon is worn	O
Prudence begets her thousands	Y
good is a housekeeper s life	Q
So shall I sell my body	D
that I may be matron and wife	Q
And I shall endure foul wedlock	P
and bear the children of need	I
Some are there born of hate	I
many the children of greed	I
I I too can be wedded	I
though thou my love hast got	I
I am fair and hard of heart	I
and riches shall be my lot	I
And all these are the good and the happy	D
on whom the world dawns fair	X
O son when wilt thou learn	O
of those that are born of despair	X
As the fabled mud of the Nile	E
that quickens under the sun	O
With a growth of creeping things	Y
half dead when just begun	O
E en such is the care of Nature	G
that man should never die	I
Though she breed of the fools of the earth	D
and the dregs of the city sty	I
But thou O son O son	O
of very love wert born	O
When our hope fulfilled bred hope	G2
and fear was a folly outworn	O
On the eve of the toil and the battle	T
all sorrow and grief we weighed	I
We hoped and we were not ashamed	I
we knew and we were not afraid	I
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Now waneth the night and the moon	O
ah son it is piteous	Y
That never again in my life	Q
shall I dare to speak to thee thus	Y
But sure from the wise and the simple	T
shall the mighty come to birth	D
And fair were my fate beloved	I
if I be yet on the earth	D
When the world is awaken at last	I
and from mouth to mouth they tell	H2
Of thy love and thy deeds and thy valour	G
and thy hope that nought can quell	H2