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If one should strive to reach a star,
He would not build a ladder high,
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HE came to call me back from death
To the bright world above.
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An acorn swung
On an oak-tree bough;
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For rain, for rain the parched lands cry,
Reproachful to the cloudless sky.
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Not here in the populous town,
In the playhouse or mart,
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When Death from some fair face
Is stealing life away,
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The dews were on the hedges,
The mist was on the mead,
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'HERE'
Soft benediction of September sun;
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Watchman, watchman, what of the night,
What of the night to tell?
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Light falls the rain
On link and laine,
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Only to live! There nothing is more sweet.
Only to live! There nothing is more bitter.
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Who knows the deeps, where the water sleeps
Leagues from the light away?
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LONG ago, on a bright spring day,
I passed a little child at play;
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Hark! 'tis the rush of the horses,
The crash of the galloping gun!
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O CHANTRY of the Cherubim,
Down-looking on the stream!
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Across the Glory of the glowing skies,
A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise
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THE LARK above our heads doth know
A heaven we see not here below;
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She turned the page of wounds and death
With trembling fingers. In a breath
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What have I given,
Bold sailor on the sea?
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White-faced Winter Roses,
O'er the grave I plant you
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Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion,
Such love for the sweet moon, that I had well
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The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
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As strong, as deep, as wide as is the sea,
Though by the wind made restless as the wind,
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