All round they murmur, 'O profane,
Keep thy heart's secret hid as gold';
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The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
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That night the whole world mingled,
The souls were babes at play,
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There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,
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My Lady clad herself in grey,
That caught and clung about her throat;
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The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
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To J.S.M.
The wine they drink in Paradise
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All things grew upwards, foul and fair:
The great trees fought and beat the air
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O God of earth and altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
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When God turned back eternity and was young,
Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth
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All day the nations climb and crawl and pray
In one long pilgrimage to one white shrine,
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Why should I care for the Ages
Because they are old and grey?
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Fair faces crowd on Christmas night
Like seven suns a-row,
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This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave,
Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
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God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign,
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The line breaks and the guns go under,
The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;
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(THE LATEST SCHOOL)
See the flying French depart
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Blessings there are of cradle and of clan,
Blessings that fall of priests' and princes' hands;
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Britannia needs no Boulevards,
No spaces wide and gay:
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This is the weird of a world-old folk,
That not till the last link breaks,
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Why do you rush through the fields in trains,
Guessing so much and so much.
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Are they clinging to their crosses,
F. E. Smith,
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On must we go: we search dead leaves,
We chase the sunset's saddest flames,
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How many million stars there be,
That only God hath numbered;
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I saw an old man like a child,
His blue eyes bright, his white hair wild,
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If trees were tall and grasses short,
As in some crazy tale,
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A mountainous and mystic brute
No rein can curb, no arrow shoot,
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Before the grass grew over me,
I knew one good man through and through,
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There is one sin: to call a green leaf gray,
Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth.
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The men that worked for England
They have their graves at home:
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