A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast sorrow was there— The sweet cheat gone.
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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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Here lies a most beautiful lady, Light of step and heart was she; I think she was the most beautiful lady That ever was in the West Country.
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Poor tired Tim! It’s sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.
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‘Who knocks?’ ‘I, who was beautiful, Beyond all dreams to restore, I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither, And knock on the door.’
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A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.
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For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.
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Or when the lawn Is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn, The sad intangible who grieve and yearn...
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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour—let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing.
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All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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Wonderful lovely there she sat, Singing the night away, All in the solitudinous sea Of that there lonely bay.
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What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
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We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
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Softly along the road of evening, In a twilight dim with rose, Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.
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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.
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Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Some one came knocking, I’m sure—sure—sure.
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‘What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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“A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay”
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The delicate, invisible web you wove The inexplicable mystery of sound.
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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer’s day.
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His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram’s bell rings ‘neath an arch of stars, “Rest, rest, and rest again.”
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“Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy; “Pomegranates pink,” says Elaine; “A junket of cream and a cranberry tart For me,” says Jane.
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Bang! Now the animal Is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again, oh, what fun!
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‘What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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‘Who knocks?’ ‘I, who was beautiful, Beyond all dreams to restore, I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither, And knock on the door.’
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Softly along the road of evening, In a twilight dim with rose, Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.
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A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast sorrow was there— The sweet cheat gone.
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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour—let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing.
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Here lies a most beautiful lady, Light of step and heart was she; I think she was the most beautiful lady That ever was in the West Country.
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Bang! Now the animal Is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again, oh, what fun!
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We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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Wonderful lovely there she sat, Singing the night away, All in the solitudinous sea Of that there lonely bay.
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But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rare—rare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?
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All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.
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For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.
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“A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay”
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Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.
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“Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy; “Pomegranates pink,” says Elaine; “A junket of cream and a cranberry tart For me,” says Jane.
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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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Or when the lawn Is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn, The sad intangible who grieve and yearn...
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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer’s day.
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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram’s bell rings ‘neath an arch of stars, “Rest, rest, and rest again.”
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Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Some one came knocking, I’m sure—sure—sure.
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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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Poor tired Tim! It’s sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.
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The delicate, invisible web you wove The inexplicable mystery of sound.
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What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
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