I know not why or whence he came
Or how he chanced to go;
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Never again the sight of her?
Never her winsome smile
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Day passeth day in sunshine or shadow,
Night unto night each cycle is told;
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There is naught in the pathless reach
Of the pale, blue sky above,
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Were you to come,
With your clear, gray eyes
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O, Little David, play on your harp,
That ivory harp with the golden strings
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They shall go down unto Life's Borderland,
Walk unafraid within that Living Hell,
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And Thou art One--One with th' eternal hills,
And with the flaming stars, and with the moon,
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I would not tarry if I could be gone
Adown the path where calls my eager mind.
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The burnished glow of the old-gold moon
Shines brightly over me.
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Love is the soothing voice of gods
To which men ever list.
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Blue eyes, gray eyes,
All the eyes that be,
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On such a day as this I think,
On such a day as this,
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I have found joy,
Surcease from sorrow,
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Forget?
Ah, never!
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Old November, sere and brown,
Clothes the country, haunts the town,
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Sister, when at the grassy mound I stand
Which holds in cold embrace thy mortal frame,
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I plucked a rose from out a bower fair,
That overhung my garden seat;
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From your life's blood to coin a trenchant word--
The past, the present and the future's ken
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Peace to his ashes!
I cannot for the soul of me
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The slender moon in its silvery sheen,
The golden stars with the blue between
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Never shall I die
While this untrammeled spirit-mine
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O why are there eyes like these,
That sparkle and dapple and tease,
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Sunless days and starless nights
Bearing fruits of wrack and pain,
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Old Moloch walks the way tonight
On Flander's poppied field,
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Out of the silence
I come to you,
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The little child crosses the street--
Why does she wave to me?
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I sometimes wonder if the mighty God
Cares aught about the little deeds of men;
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Old memories come trooping down
The vistas of the years;
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A thousand years of darkness in her face,
She turns at last from out the centurys' blight
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