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Fair now is the springtide now earth lies beholding	A
With the eyes of a lover the face of the sun	B
Long lasteth the daylight and hope is enfolding	A
The green growing acres with increase begun	B
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Now sweet sweet it is through the land to be straying	A
Mid the birds and the blossoms and the beasts of the field	C
Love mingles with love and no evil is weighing	A
On thy heart or mine where all sorrow is healed	C
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From township to township o'er down and by tillage	D
Far far have we wandered and long was the day	E
But now cometh eve at the end of the village	D
Where over the grey wall the church riseth grey	E
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There is wind in the twilight in the white road before us	F
The straw from the ox yard is blowing about	G
The moon's rim is rising a star glitters o'er us	F
And the vane on the spire top is swinging in doubt	G
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Down there dips the highway toward the bridge crossing over	H
The brook that runs on to the Thames and the sea	I
Draw closer my sweet we are lover and lover	H
This eve art thou given to gladness and me	I
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Shall we be glad always Come closer and hearken	B
Three fields further on as they told me down there	J
When the young moon has set if the March sky should darken	B
We might see from the hill top the great city's glare	J
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Hark the wind in the elm boughs From London it bloweth	K
And telling of gold and of hope and unrest	L
Of power that helps not of wisdom that knoweth	K
But teacheth not aught of the worst and the best	L
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Of the rich men it telleth and strange is the story	I
How they have and they hanker and grip far and wide	M
And they live and they die and the earth and its glory	I
Has been but a burden they scarce might abide	M
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Hark the March wind again of a people is telling	A
Of the life that they live there so haggard and grim	N
That if we and our love amidst them had been dwelling	A
My fondness had faltered thy beauty grown dim	N
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This land we have loved in our love and our leisure	H
For them hangs in heaven high out of their reach	O
The wide hills o'er the sea plain for them have no pleasure	H
The grey homes of their fathers no story to teach	O
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The singers have sung and the builders have builded	M
The painters have fashioned their tales of delight	M
For what and for whom hath the world's book been gilded	M
When all is for these but the blackness of night	M
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How long and for what is their patience abiding	A
How oft and how oft shall their story be told	M
While the hope that none seeketh in darkness is hiding	A
And in grief and in sorrow the world groweth old	M
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Come back to the inn love and the lights and the fire	H
And the fiddler's old tune and the shuffling of feet	M
For there in a while shall be rest and desire	H
And there shall the morrow's uprising be sweet	M
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Yet love as we wend the wind bloweth behind us	F
And beareth the last tale it telleth to night	M
How here in the spring tide the message shall find us	F
For the hope that none seeketh is coming to light	M
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Like the seed of midwinter unheeded unperished	M
Like the autumn sown wheat 'neath the snow lying green	B
Like the love that o'ertook us unawares and uncherished	M
Like the babe 'neath thy girdle that groweth unseen	B
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So the hope of the people now buddeth and groweth	K
Rest fadeth before it and blindness and fear	P
It biddeth us learn all the wisdom it knoweth	K
It hath found us and held us and biddeth us hear	Q
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For it beareth the message Rise up on the morrow	R
And go on your ways toward the doubt and the strife	S
Join hope to our hope and blend sorrow with sorrow	R
And seek for men's love in the short days of life	S
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But lo the old inn and the lights and the fire	H
And the fiddler's old tune and the shuffling of feet	M
Soon for us shall be quiet and rest and desire	H
And to morrow's uprising to deeds shall be sweet	M

William Morris

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