THERE was a house, a house of clay,
Wherein the inmate sat all day,
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At the Midsummer, when the hay was down, Said I mournful - Though my life be in its prime,
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I said to Lettice, our sister Lettice, While drooped and glistened her eyelash brown,
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Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty! Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty:
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Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, In the old likeness that I knew,
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IN his wide fields walks the Master, In his fair fields, ripe for harvest,
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AUTUMN to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,--
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LAY him beneath his snows, The great Norse giant who in these last days
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O SUDDEN blast, that through this silence black Sweeps past my windows,
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SILENT and sunny was the way Where Youth and I danced on together:
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LABORARE est orare: We, black-visaged sons of toil,
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"O HEART, my heart!" she said, and heard His mate the blackbird calling,
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Obiit 1854. HEAVEN rest thee!
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Returned from the Dead-Letter Office THANK you for your kindness,
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AY, in thy face, old fellow! Now's the time. The Black Sea wind flaps my tent-roof, nor wakes
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WILLIE, fold your little hands; Let it drop, that "soldier" toy:
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FU' yellow lie the corn rigs Far doun the braid hillside;
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O LIVE! (Thus seems it we should say to our beloved,--
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OLD friend, that with a pale and pensile grace Climbest the lush hedgerows, art thou back again,
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ALL shimmering in the morning shine And diamonded with dew,
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WERE I a boy, with a boy's heart-beat At glimpse of her passing adown the street,
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IT is no joy to me to sit On dreamy summer eves,
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IT is a moor Barren and treeless; lying high and bare
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O HOW beautiful is Morning! How the sunbeams strike the daisies,
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You "never loved me," Ada. These slow words Dropped softly from your gentle woman-tongue
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No, I'll not say your name. I have said it now, As you mine, first in childish treble, then
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LEONORA, Leonora, How the word rolls--Leonora--
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After War-time. O LIFE, dear life, with sunbeam finger touching
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MY Friend wears a cheerful smile of his own, And a musical tongue has he;
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YE are twa laddies unco gleg, An' blithe an' bonnie:
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