One told me he had heard it whispered: "Lo!
The hour has come when Europe, desperate
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Time was, O Love, when I a vassal knelt, Obedient, at the footstool of thy throne;
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Once more the Spring's exultant joy And flowery dream have come to pass;
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I do not need you now! Thus do I end Our days together, O beloved friend;
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I am the king of a wide domain, and you deem it a wonderful thing;
But the kingly height is a terrible height--God pity the lonely k
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Pale ruler of the heavens, with lavish hands,
The spendthrift Moon arose,
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We saw the tapers burn
In the home so close to ours;
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O moth, that yearns for me,
The whole world pities thee,
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Playing on Sixth Avenue
Here's to you, brave Hurdy-gurdy,
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There are green islands in the city sea,
Where all day long, the endless, passionate waves
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There was a flower in ancient Fez
That (so the glowing legend says)
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This was my dream in May--to have one bloom,
Fragrant with apple-scent and Springtide rain,
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The gray year drifted out
As a tired love might go,
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I heard the voice of the city,
Calling again and again,
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When Eve grew old,
How many a time she must have dreamed and dreamed
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The lilies whisper in the park,
Pale watchers in the heavy night,
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I heard the football of the hail;
The armies of the sky
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Thou hast come back to me! (Thou who didst die a year ago,
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Ten thousand jewels flash out
When the darkness of night appears;
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Now at the grave of summer stands
A priest, in purple vestments stoled,
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When Spring, with blossom-haunted lanes,
With sudden gusts of rippling rains,
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Who loves all beauty loves beyond that we see;
The gods give him a vision doubly blest;
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The turrets leap higher and higher,
And the little old homes go down;
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Now that Spring is in the land,
Now that April wakes the wood,
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When the great sower, Night,
Lets down his sable bars,
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Now that my heart is empty,
Empty of you,
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Toward that sweet city where the Virgin mild
Brought forth her Child
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When one had gone away
To join the quiet dead,
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There are things, I know, that are sad and strange,
As the world swings round in the old-time way;
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Hoof-beats thundering on the paves,
Wagons crashing by.
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