If you were here
these long grey fields of space
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Thy talks on God, and glories of His fields
Are woven into my unworthy past.
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The moving hours move slowly by the palms.
The lazy Nile laps softly as it flows.
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Be still. The bleeding night is in suspense
Of watchful agony and coloured thought,
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The night has come,, I feel the desert dew,
I lie in Afric's sands
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Beside the doors of a keen-lighted hall
I paused, and quite by chance
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Again the clash is East, the Gates are barred.
The rolling echoes of of Troy arise
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There’s a lonely stretch of hillocks:
There’s a beach asleep and drear:
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The world rolls wet with blood,
and the skinny hand of Death
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We always had to do our work at night.
I wondered why we had to be so sly.
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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 lie by the garden wall,
Buried and all alone;
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Come not to me with loveliness
Across the crying hill;
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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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Oh, I am lonely by a desert palm,
And dreaming, dreaming on the sands of thought
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Oh, dreams of France! Oh, faded dreams of France!
Ohm France, that I had ever dreamed of thee!
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The iron is hidden in forgetfulness.
A smoothness comes to men and lies on lands.
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Everything seems lost and gone.
The world seems void; and I alone
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Waft on, thou upward breeze
From the warm south!
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Every night I sleep, And every night I dream
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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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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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A moon upon a moonlit sea
To me thou art;
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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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The tangled twilight of your hair
Blew soft against my face,
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I met my love a-weeping,
Weeping in the night-tide pale;
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Upon the threshold, red-eyed Murder stands,
Fresh from his slaughter-house of human meat,
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Now ‘neath the cool stars
I know thee more.
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I mind they told me on a noisy hill
I sat and disbelieved, and shook my head:
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