Last year I heard the songs of birds,
And heard the trumpets of the bees.
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Swoop! Swoop!
From dizzy skies thou singest
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She came from some still mossiness
Of quiet ways; and stood with modest hands;
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Head-bowed I stood before the Gates of
God,
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The stars, the fields, will know him never-
more;
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He lay within a neat white-sheeted bed,
And stared at distance with his wide young eyes:-
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His splendid heart is set within a frame
Of manly massiveness, and giant limbs.
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I have come home again!
Dawn is a dream to me
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Unhappy craft of Daedalus reborn,
That liest prone with white wings torn,
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I saw a singer singing to a crowd,-
Singing of laughing life,- and all the while
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He totters round and dangles those odd shapes
That were his legs. His eyes are never dim.
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Within a corner of this windowed room
He sits, and seldom speaks, and seldom
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Mars! Mars!
Thy clashing sword was keen
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Red! Red! Red!
Is there no black?
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Where will the song end? Here?
Here by the stretching arc
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A moon upon a moonlit sea
To me thou art;
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These there were, who lost their everything.
Gave all! And left the earth a vaster sphere
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Lemnos! Lemnos! Thine enfolding arms
Have held too much, they patterned hills are over shorn
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Oh Peace! The Peace I knew. I thought thee dead!
And had not hoped again to see thy smile.
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The island sleeps,-but it has no delight
For em, to whom that sleep has been unkind.
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I’m hit. It’s come at last, I feel a smart
Of needles in ……My God …. I’m hit again!
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Come in and tread thou quietly
Within the duskiness.
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Go, false dawn, that cometh as a child
With yellow curls!
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I lie by the garden wall,
Buried and all alone;
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Again the clash is East, the Gates are barred.
The rolling echoes of of Troy arise
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Everything seems lost and gone.
The world seems void; and I alone
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I met my love a-weeping,
Weeping in the night-tide pale;
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A red-roofed house is shining to the skies;
A house red-roofed and brilliant in the wind:
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I see wild waves that break, and breaking-run;
And the wild sea-birds wheeling round the ships;
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Point thy battered prow to the dark shore
Thou hoary son of Erebus, and dip thy blades
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