There came no change from week to week
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Canst thou not rest, O city,
That liest so wide and fair;
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O Power to whom this earthly clime
Is but an atom in the whole,
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Think not, because thine inmost heart means well,
Thou hast the freedom of rude speech: sweet words
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What are these bustlers at the gate
Of now or yesterday,
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Methought I journeyed along ways that led for ever
Throughout a happy land where strife and care were dead,
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Clothed in splendour, beautifully sad and silent,
Comes the autumn over the woods and highlands,
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Now being on the eve of death, discharged
From every mortal hope and earthly care,
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Harsh thoughts, blind angers, and fierce hands,
That keep this restless world at strife,
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Scarcely a breath about the rocky stair
Moved, but the growing tide from verge to verge,
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O gentle sister spirit, when you smile
My soul is like a lonely coral isle,
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A little while, a year agone,
I knew her for a romping child,
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Before me grew the human soul,
And after I am dead and gone,
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Day and night pass over, rounding,
Star and cloud and sun,
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O differing human heart,
Why is it that I tremble when thine eyes,
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The old grey year is near his term in sooth,
And now with backward eye and soft-laid palm
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Fair little scout, that when the iron year
Changes, and the first fleecy clouds deploy,
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Didst thou not tease and fret me to and fro,
Sweet spirit of this summer-circled field,
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Far up in the wild and wintery hills in the heart of the cliff-broken
woods,
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'Tis a land where no hurricane falls,
But the infinite azure regards
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Mad with love and laden
With immortal pain,
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All day between high-curded clouds the sun
Shone down like summer on the steaming planks.
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O little one, daughter, my dearest,
With your smiles and your beautiful curls,
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There is no break in all the wide grey sky,
Nor light on any field, and the wind grieves,
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Where swallows and wheatfields are,
O hamlet brown and still,
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AEons ago ye were,
Before the struggling changeful race of man
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I love the warm bare earth and all
That works and dreams thereon:
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In the silent depth of space,
Immeasurably old, immeasurably far,
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By a void and soundless river
On the outer edge of space,
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Already in the dew-wrapped vineyards dry
Dense weights of heat press down. The large bright drops
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