No, mother, I am not sad:
Why think me sad? I was always still,
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A week ago; only a little week:
it seems so much much longer, though that day
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If I should die this night, (as well might be,
So pain has on my weakness worked its will),
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"Lest that by any means
When I have preached to others I myself
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Wild wintry wind, storm through the night,
Dash the black clouds against the sky,
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The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost,
The very oak grows shivering and sere,
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Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now
The voice can reach no blending minors near;
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'Tis men who say that through all hurt and pain
The woman's love, wife's, mother's, still will hold,
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She has made me wayside posies: here they stand,
Bringing fresh memories of where they grew.
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'Tis hard that the full summer of our round
Is but the turn where winter's sign-post's writ;
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The brook leaps riotous with its life just found,
That freshets from the mountain rains have fed,
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Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead--
said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing
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The sun drops luridly into the west;
darkness has raised her arms to draw him down
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No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go;
I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come;
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Five minutes here, and they must steal two more!
shameful! Here have I been five mortal years
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Oh the dear summer evening! How the air
is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers
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Not yet!
I thought this time 'twas done at last,
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Good friend, be patient: goes the world awry?
well, can you groove it straight with all your pains?
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There came a child into the solemn hall
where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard
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Poor little diary, with its simple thoughts,
its good resolves, its "Studied French an hour,"
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Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near;
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ONCE a sea-nymph loved a boy: He and she they loved so well.
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TOO soon so fair, fair lilies; To bloom is then to wane;
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HARK the sky-lark in the cloud, Hark the cricket in the grass,
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"NEWS to the king, good news for all," The corn is trodden, the river runs red.
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WHERE found Love his yesterday? When is Love's to-morrow? say.
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A bird and flower upon the tree, Sweet peony and oriole,
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WHILE the woods were green, "Oh I" she sang, "my heart is new,
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ONE star only for Love's heaven; One rose only for Love's breast;
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