Alone, remote, nor witting where I went,
I found an altar builded in a dream—
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“Whether all towns and all who live in them—
So long as they be somewhere in this world
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You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespea
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The miller's wife had waited long, The tea was cold, 
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Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the 
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Since Persia fell at Marathon,
The yellow years have gathered fa
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They are all gone away,
The House is shut and still,
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Because he was a butcher and thereby Did earn an honest living&nb
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There is a drear and lonely tract of hell From all the commo
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I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch;
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Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed&nbs
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Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
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We go no more to Calverly's,
For there the lights are few and low;
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I did not think that I should find them there
When I came back again; but there they stood,
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Let him answer as he will,
Or be lightsome as he may,
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Dear Friends, reproach me not for what I do,
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
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At first I thought there was a superfine
Persuasion in his face; but the free flow
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Here where the wind is always north-north-east
And children learn to walk on frozen toes,
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Two men came out of Shannon's, having known
The faces of each other for so long
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A vanished house that for an hour I knew
By some forgotten chance when I was young
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Withal a meagre man was Aaron Stark, --
Cursed and unkempt, shrewd, shrivelled, and morose.
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Blessed with a joy that only she
Of all alive shall ever know,
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War shook the land where Levi dwelt,
And fired the dismal wrath he felt,
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We parted where the old gas-lamp still burned
Under the wayside maple and walked on,
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Like a dry fish flung inland far from shore,
There lived a sailor, warped and ocean-browned,
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Never was there a man much uglier
In eyes of other women, or more grim:
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Observant of the way she told
So much of what was true,
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Unyielding in the pride of his defiance,
Afloat with none to serve or to command,
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Ten years together without yet a cloud
They seek each other's eyes at intervals
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I heard one who said: "Verily,
What word have I for children here?
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