BROWNING, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
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OH, the shambling sea is a sexton old,
And well his work is done.
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OH, but life went gaily, gaily,
In the house of Idiedaily!
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WHEN I am only fit to go to bed,
Or hobble out to sit within the sun,
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The old eternal spring once more
Comes back the sad eternal way,
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ON the long slow heave of a lazy sea,
To the flap of an idle sail,
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'DUSTMAN, dustman!'
Through the deserted square he cries,
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THE tall carnations crown the garden walks
Bowed on their stalks.
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ONCE in the Workshop, ages ago,
The clay was wet and the fire was low.
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THERE, close the door!
I shall not need these lodgings any more.
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THE play is Life; and this round earth
The narrow stage whereon
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THOUGHT is a garden wide and old
For airy creatures to explore,
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O LIFE, dear Life, in this fair house
Long since did I, it seems to me,
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O MOON, Mr. Moon,
When you comin' down?
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LET me have a scarlet maple
For the grave-tree at my head,
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IN the day of battle,
In the night of dread,
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IN a far Eastern country
It happened long of yore,
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WHEN you hear the white-throat pealing
From a tree-top far away,
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I SAID to Life, "How comes it,
With all this wealth in store,
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THE sleeping tarn is dark
Below the wooded hill.
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THESE things I remember
Of New England June,
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SHINING, shining children
Of the summer rain,
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HERE all the forces of the wood
As one converge,
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I SEE the great blue heron
Rising among the reeds
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HERE we came when love was young.
Now that love is old,
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ON the world's far edges
Faint and blue,
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THERE is a world of being
We range from pole to pole,
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LO, now, the journeying sun,
Another day's march done,
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AT the end of the road through the wood
I see the great moon rise.
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NOW come the rosy dogwoods,
The golden tulip-tree,
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