ow dreary dawns the eastern light,
And fall of eve is drear,
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Home is the sailor, home from sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
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The mill-stream, now that noises cease,
Is all that does not hold its peace;
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The world goes none the lamer
For ought that I can see,
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Crossing alone the nighted ferry
With the one coin for fee,
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Stay, if you list, O passer by the way;
Yet night approaches; better not to stay.
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'Tis five years since, `An end,' said I;
`I'll march no further, time to die.
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At the door of my own little hovel,
Reading a novel I sat;
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The Wain upon the northern steep
Descends and lifts away.
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When I would muse in boyhood
The wild green woods among,
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When first my way to fair I took
Few pence in purse had I,
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West and away the wheels of darkness roll,
Day's beamy banner up the east is borne,
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Good creatures, do you love your lives
And have you ears for sense?
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Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?
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The sloe was lost in flower,
The April elm was dim;
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O thou that from thy mansion
Through time and place to roam,
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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.
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How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
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The night is freezing fast,
To-morrow comes December;
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The half-moon westers low, my love,
And the wind brings up the rain;
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Star and coronal and bell
April underfoot renews,
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The rain, it streams on stone and hillock,
The boot clings to the clay.
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Farewell to a name and a number
Recalled again
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The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
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I 'listed at home for a lancer,
Oh who would not sleep with the brave?
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`What sound awakened me, I wonder,
For now 'tis dumb.'
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The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have breathed them there;
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Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
The land and not the sea,
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Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
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Leave your home behind, lad,
And reach your friends your hand,
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