BECAUSE we are shut out from light, Each of the other's look and smile;
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YES, I know what you say. Since it cannot be soul to soul,
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STILL earth turns and pulses stir, And each day hath its deed;
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OFTEN when the night is come, With its quiet group at home,
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IF I were very sure That all was over betwixt you and me—
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THE world runs round, And the world runs well;
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CRUEL and wild the battle: Great horses plunged and reared,
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ONE, or a thousand voices?—filling noon With such an undersong and drowsy chant
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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 end's so near, It is all one
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GROWING old, and looking back Wistfully along his track,
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CLEAR water on smooth rock Could give no foot-hold for a single flower,
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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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WHAT cared she for the free hearts? She would comfort The prisoned one:
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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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FAR in hollow mountain carñons Brood with purple-folded pinions,
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FROM the warm garden in the summer night All faintest odors came: the tuberose white
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A THUNDER-STORM of the olden days! The red sun' sinks in a sleepy haze;
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ALL the skies had gloomed in gray, Many a week, day after day.
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SILLY bird! When his mate is near,
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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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A TIDE of sun and song in beauty broke Against a bitter heart, where no voice woke
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BURY it, and sift Dust upon its light,—
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AH, could I but be understood!" (I prayed the powers above)
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DAWN has blossomed: the sun is nigh: Pearl and rose in the wimpled sky,
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BLACK, frost-cold distance, sparsely honey-combed With hollow shells of glimmering golden light;
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I LOOKED across the lawn one summer's day; Deep shadowed, dreaming in the drowsy light,
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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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DOWN in its crystal hollow Gleams the ebon well of ink:
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