Put in the sickles and reap;
For the morning of harvest is red,
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I laid my laurel-leaf
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Orpheus, the night is full of tears and cries,
And hardly for the storm and ruin shed
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Art thou indeed among these,
Thou of the tyrannous crew,
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In a vision Liberty stood
By the childless charm-stricken bed
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Because there is but one truth;
Because there is but one banner;
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Ask nothing more of me, sweet;
All I can give you I give.
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Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us
As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by;
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The wind's way in the deep sky's hollow
None may measure, as none can say
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Had I wist, when life was like a warm wind playing
Light and loud through sundawn and the dew's bright trust,
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Years upon years, as a course of clouds that thicken
Thronging the ways of the wind that shifts and veers,
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Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken
Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame
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Far beyond the sunrise and the sunset rises
Heaven, with worlds on worlds that lighten and respond:
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Gone, O gentle heart and true,
Friend of hopes foregone,
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Dead and gone, the days we had together,
Shadow-stricken all the lights that shone
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Three months bade wane and wax the wintering moon
Between two dates of death, while men were fain
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Mourning on earth, as when dark hours descend,
Wide-winged with plagues, from heaven; when hope and mirth
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Love, out of the depth of things,
As a dewfall felt from above,
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Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom,
When a man's heart's pride grows great,
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Deep desire, that pierces heart and spirit to the root,
Finds reluctant voice in verse that yearns like soaring fire,
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Soul within sense, immeasurable, obscure,
Insepulchred and deathless, through the dense
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But now life's face beholden
Seemed bright as heaven's bare brow
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A little soul scarce fledged for earth
Takes wing with heaven again for goal
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One of twain, twin-born with flowers that waken,
Now hath passed from sense of sun and rain:
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Death and birth should dwell not near together:
Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth:
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Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother,
Night and day, on all things that draw breath,
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Blest in death and life beyond man's guessing
Little children live and die, possest
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A Baby's feet, like sea-shells pink,
Might tempt, should heaven see meet,
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A baby shines as bright
If winter or if May be
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A little way, more soft and sweet
Than fields aflower with May,
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