He had been singing—but I had not heard his voice;
He had been weaving lovely dreams of song
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Roof-tops, roof-tops, what do you cover?
Sad folk, bad folk, and many a glowing lover;
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"I come," the New Year saith, "unbid by man,
And all the world must look upon my face;
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(Being Certain Fragments from Scheherazade's Songs in "The Thousand and One Nights")
O Queen of Beauty, who hast conquered kings,
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(On the sinking of the "Titanic") The jealous Sea moaned in the April night:
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Across the roof-tops of the town
I saw the flaming sun go down;
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Although I dare to say
My heart untarnished is from day to day,
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April, when I heard
Your lyrical low word,
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Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
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As long as the stars of God
Hang steadfast in the sky,
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At the Cubist Exhibition The Messed Damozel leaned out
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Back of his splendid song, O think of the songs unsung!
Back of his painted dreams, the dreams that he never reveals!
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Because he brought no tears to her dear grave,
Many and many there were
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Breathe me the ancient words when I shall find
Your spirit mine; if, seeking you, life wins
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City I love—and hate!—how can I sing
The miracles of your might in such a mood?
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Deep in the night I heard
The rain's mysterious word.
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Down his great corridors of sumptuous sound
Today I wandered once again. Each word
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Eulenspiegel, merry lad,
What a laughing life you had!
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Far in the gold-embroidered west
The round and red sun lay,
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Flash of steel and crash of drum--
Love that way has never come.
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Here in the furnace city, in the humid air they faint, God's pallid poor, His people, with scarcely space for breath:
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Here surge the ceaseless caravans,
Here throbs the city's heart,
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High on the hills, the miser, Autumn sits,
Hoarding his wondrous wealth of treasured gold;
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Hoof-beats thundering on the paves,
Wagons crashing by.
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How bravely now I face the marching days,
With Youth's strong armor to defy the years!
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How long the violets 'neath the snow
Toiled ere they breathed the Spring!
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How shall I know her, God, in that great world,
After the grief of this is past and gone?
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How silently the years in long procession,
Come gliding down the corridors of Time to us!
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Far, far across the desert sands,
I hear the camel-bells;
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You who are wise today,
What of your knowledge when life's little play
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