You have the grit and the guts, I know;
You are ready to answer blow for blow
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The lad I was I longer now
Nor am nor shall be evermore.
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All that's not love is the dearth of my days,
The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit,
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At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide
Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills
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Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest,
Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees,
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Ruggiero, to amaze the British host,
And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks,
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I stood beside his sepulchre whose fame,
Hurled over Europe once on bolt and blast,
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Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds
The head of a green valley that I know,
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Broceliande! in the perilous beauty of silence and menacing shade,
Thou art set on the shores of the sea down the haze
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In the glad revels, in the happy fetes,
When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled
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The rooks aclamor when one enters here
Startle the empty towers far overhead;
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Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,
The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays
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Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind,
I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings unfurled
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O happiness, I know not what far seas,
Blue hills and deep, thy sunny realms surround,
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In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned
Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules,
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I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
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I loved illustrious cities and the crowds
That eddy through their incandescent nights.
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I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death
And stood beside the cavern through whose doors
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There is a power whose inspiration fills
Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought,
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Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down
In grove and garden to the sapphire sea;
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Oft when sweet music undulated round,
Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea
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I who, conceived beneath another star,
Had been a prince and played with life, instead
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In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say:
Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess,
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A shell surprised our post one day
And killed a comrade at my side.
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(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington in
Paris, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916.)
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Thy petals yet are closely curled,
Rose of the world,
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Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er
Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom
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A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze
That loves the melody of murmuring boughs,
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First, London, for its myriads; for its height,
Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite;
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Exiled afar from youth and happy love,
If Death should ravish my fond spirit hence
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