Mother, in some sad evening long ago,
From thy young breast my groping lips were taken,
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Once as a boy I dreamed
Where wider waters gleamed
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O Sadducees and Pharisees, Who harass the divine,
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Kindred to Art's creative school Her sons discerning are:
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Beauty, whose face and mystery we seek,
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The stranger in my gates -- lo! that am I,
And what my land of birth I do not know,
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When life is fully ripened are not we What we remember, as our hearts enfold
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Now to you all be Christmas cheer, Good health and better luck!
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Said the faun to the will-o'-the-wisp:
"You are fugitive, far!"
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John o' Dreams fled North, fled North, Led by a certain star,
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Said the cloud, "I am weary of flight And the wind's imperious reign;
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Dim hills! (I cried.) Mountains of azure delicate and far,
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I had a dream of some great house of stone, Not dark, but open to the northern ray.
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How many flowers are gently met Within my garden fair!
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I saw One dad in opalescent grey,
Who held a crystal cup within her hands
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The world was full of the sound of a great wind out of the West, And the tracks of its feet were white on the trampled oceans brest
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Darling, thy form and fragrance haunt the Spring, And every wind becomes thy messenger;
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As music out of silence, Craig, so came Thy love from mystery; so, darling, now
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Sorely our souls to each are ever near, Twain harps that mix one music; for to-day,
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Now with a sigh November comes to the brooding land. Yellowing now toward winter the willows of Carmel stand.
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The boulders lie along the downs; The turf is hard between;
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Can there be one whose blood from England finds Nurture and source, who sees her war to-day
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Craig! Craig! my Love irradiant and divine! Here on the solitary sands I lie
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Impatient of the tardy axe and oar, Life clothes her tender flesh in toiling steel,
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Thou settest splendors in my sight, O Lord! It seems as though a deep-hued sunset falls
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The Veil before the mystery of things Shall stir for him with iris and with light;
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Merely to live, O Sweet, and know thee mine! To see the sun drip gold on yonder hill,
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The moon was large across the hills Amid whose fields I wandered lost,
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Grey, desolate and blind, About the world the rain hath set her woe.
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I saw from Tamalpais die morning star Herald the morning thro' her gates of gold
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