Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
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When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
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"Sweet, thou art pale."
"More pale to see,
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My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
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I The irresponsive silence of the land,
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There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
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I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
Perhaps some day, who knows?
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Two gaz’d into a pool, he gaz’d and she,
Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think,
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The splendour of the kindling day,
The splendor of the setting sun,
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VI
We lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack:
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Oh, pleasant eventide!
Clouds on the western side
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"Too late for love, too late for joy,
Too late, too late!
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I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
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One face looks out from all his canvases,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
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The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake,
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Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
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I sat beneath a willow tree,
Where water falls and calls;
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I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
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God strengthen me to bear myself;
That heaviest weight of all to bear,
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What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,
Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do!
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Sleep, little Baby, sleep,
The holy Angels love thee,
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I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you tease me day by day,
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Something this foggy day, a something which
Is neither of this fog nor of today,
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Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
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I took my heart in my hand
(O my love, O my love),
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I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
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They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,
And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay;
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THE irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
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I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree
And wore them all that evening in my hair:
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