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"Thou wanderest in the land of dreams,
O man of many songs!
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Behind my father's cottage lies
A gentle grassy height
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I.
Hark, the rain is on my roof!
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Queen Mary one day Jesus sent
To fetch some water, legends tell;
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Alas, 'tis cold and dark!
The wind all night hath sung a wintry tune!
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When the clock hath ceased to tick
Soul-like in the gloomy hall;
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Were I a skilful painter,
My pencil, not my pen,
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The croak of a raven hoar!
A dog's howl, kennel-tied!
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\The fact which suggested this poem is related by Clarke in his Travels.\
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Within my heart a worm had long been hid.
I knew it not when I went down and chid
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"Good morrow, my lord!" in the sky alone
Sang the lark as the sun ascended his throne.
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'Tis the midnight hour; I heard
The Abbey-bell give out the word.
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Love, the baby,
Crept abroad to pluck a flower:
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"Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?"
Said the youth softly, as outstretched he lay
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"WHO is this little one lying,"
Said Time, "at my garden-gate,
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Look! look there!
Send your eyes across the gray
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The monk was praying in his cell,
With bowed head praying sore;
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What shall I be?--I will be a knight
Walled up in armour black,
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A little bird sat on the edge of her nest;
Her yellow-beaks slept as sound as tops;
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From off the earth the vapours curled,
Went up to meet their joy;
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\Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome!\
Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home,
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\A Microcosm In Terza Rima\
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A brown bird sang on a blossomy tree,
Sang in the moonshine, merrily,
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\A Part Of The Story Omitted In The Old Romances\
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In the air why such a ringing?
On the earth why such a droning?
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Where went the feet that hitherto have come?
Here yawns no gulf to quench the flowing past!
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It's all very well,
Said the Bell,
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"Traveller, what lies over the hill?
Traveller, tell to me:
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A clock aeonian, steady and tall,
With its back to creation's flaming wall,
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Brother artist, help me; come!
Artists are a maimed band:
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A name of the Year. Some say the word means \a march of wolves\,
which wolves, running in single file, are the Months of the Year.
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