MY tower was grimly builded, With many a bolt and bar,
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I LOOKED across the lawn one summer's day; Deep shadowed, dreaming in the drowsy light,
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ONCE he cried to all the hills and waters And the tossing grain and tufted grasses:
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WHAT am I glad will stay when I have passed From this dear valley of the world, and stand
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DOWN in its crystal hollow Gleams the ebon well of ink:
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SING me, thou Singer, a song of gold!
Said a careworn man to me:
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WHAT cared she for the free hearts? She would comfort The prisoned one:
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OVERHEAD the leaf-song, on the upland slope; Over that the azure, clean from base to cope;
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LEND me thy fillet, Love!
I would no longer see:
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BE true to me! For there will dawn a day When thou wilt find the faith that now I see,
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SILLY bird! When his mate is near,
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OFTEN when the night is come, With its quiet group at home,
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A SEA of splendor in the West, Purple, and pearl, and gold,
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DOES a man ever give up hope, I wonder, --
Face the grim fact, seeing it clear as day?
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THE world runs round, And the world runs well;
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I NEVER know why 't is I love thee so: I do not think 't is that thine eyes for me
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IF I were very sure That all was over betwixt you and me—
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ONE, or a thousand voices?—filling noon With such an undersong and drowsy chant
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O SOUL, that somewhere art my very kin,
From dusk and silence unto thee I call!
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THE royal feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to banish care,
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YES, I know what you say. Since it cannot be soul to soul,
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A PURPLE cloud hangs half-way down;
Sky, yellow gold below;
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O GOD, our Father, if we had but truth!
Lost truth—which thou perchance
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FAREWELL to such a world! Too long I press
The crowded pavement with unwilling feet.
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FIVE mites of monads dwelt in a round drop
That twinkled on a leaf by a pool in the sun.
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TO-DAY, "I thought, "I will not plan nor strive; Idle as yon blue sky, or clouds that go
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CRUEL and wild the battle: Great horses plunged and reared,
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NOT a dread cavern, hoar with damp and mould, Where I must creep, and in the dark and cold,
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THE stars know a secret They do not tell;
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A TROOP of babes in Summer-Land, At heaven's gate—the children's gate:
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