Ho, a day
Whereon we may up and away,
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Let us put awhile away
All the cares of work-a-day,
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When I am dead I would that ye make my bed
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Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er
A kingdom of enchantment by the shore!
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I
The dawn laughs out on orient hills
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Above the marge of night a star still shines,
And on the frosty hills the sombre pines
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I
The air is silent save where stirs
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Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken
Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine,
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The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods,
And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills,
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Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky
Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below
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It is a year dear one, since you afar
Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight
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The dark is coming o'er the world, my playmate,
And the fields where poplars stand are very still,
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Searching the pile of corpses the victors found four Frenchmen still breathing. Three had scarcely a spark of life . . . the fourth seemed likely to survive
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There's a grayness over the harbor like fear on the face of a woman,
The sob of the waves has a sound akin to a woman's cry,
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Now at our casement the wind is shrilling,
Poignant and keen
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Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray
In glimmering valleys, cool and far away.
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I walked to-day, but not alone,
Adown a windy, sea-girt lea,
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Down home to-night the moonshine falls
Across a hill with daisies pied,
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Comrades, up! Let us row down stream in this first rare dawnlight,
While far in the clear north-west the late moon whitens and wanes;
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In a lone valley fair and far,
Where many sweet beguilements are,
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Surely the flowers of a hundred springs
Are simply the souls of beautiful things!
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Last night I looked across the hills
And through an arch of darkling pine
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With you I shall ever be;
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A hundred generations have gone into its making,
With all their love and tenderness, with all their dreams and tears;
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I thank thee, friend, for the beautiful thought
That in words well chosen thou gavest to me,
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There's a hush and stillness calm and deep,
For the waves have wooed all the winds to sleep
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There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea
On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee
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I feel Very much
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If Mary had known
When she held her Babe's hands in her own
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Outside the afterlight's lucent rose
Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys,
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