Oh, could we weep, And weeping bring relief!
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Whither, ye wanderers in the heights your wings still dare, Crying as though forgotten things mourned in your keening?
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Within the night, above the dark, I heard a host upon the air,
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Must the young blood for ever flow? Shall the wide wounds no closing know?
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Thundering of hoofs In the fields of France,
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These are life's treasurings: The sudden sun through rain;
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Turn the brown, mare and let her amble on; Straight is the road and little thereupon;
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He hath kissed me and burned me, he with his mouth; Hath sucked up my life and parched me with his drouth;
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Lean over the fence and kiss? Not I! If the tide leapt up to a kiss
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Poverty clad in its threadbare coat, Feeling its pocket for pence,
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I have known many men, and many men In the quick balance of the mind have weighed,
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As the soft gloaming fell, And the flowers closed their eyes,
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Spring is not gone—not yet! not yet! Across Gundary Plain the shadows flight,
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O to go out once more and see the moon's clear shining Break on the waters into silver bars,
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Let the dark mountain shake to the thunder Where the wild horses trample the fern,
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Whose be these bearded faces, And whose these weathered hands,
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Blessed be God who gave us the need To break the clod for the good round seed;
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Who now enters here, With his locks at the sere,
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I shall not need the moon To find thy trysting-place;
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Bom of my spirit, still mine in loss or merit, Child of my body, and fondling of my heart,
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Husha-husha-bye! In a lamb's skin
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Beautiful are they, that, ranging on the mountains, Crop the green pasture, and drink at the fountains;
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Lord, Thou hast pitten me oot on the rock, Thou has beaten, me wi' Thy seas;
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I thought of a thousand things as I sat in the place Where of old we sat ere time had wrinkled my face;
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You a-wantin' me, Me a-wantin' you!
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"O, what would you do if you came to my house And found the door shut and the candles all out,
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Me an' the old road, goin' along together, The old road listenin'—talkin' through the leather.
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Himself and me put in the trap And daundered into town,
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I am the woman-drawer, I am the cry;
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Lone, lone, and lone I stand, With none to hear my cry,
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