AND if he should come again
In the old glad way,
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BUGLES!
And the Great Nation thrills and leaps to arms!
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WHO’LL have the crumpled pieces of a heart?
Let him take mine!
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When a pretty maiden passes
By the window down the street,
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Whose furthest footstep never strayed Beyond the village of his birth,
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(A.H. Quint)
MOURN we who honored him but knew him not;
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POET! thou art to me a faery king
Dwelling in some weird place of witchery,
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Down the world with Marna!
That's the life for me!
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Give a rouse, then, in the Maytime
For a life that knows no fear!
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AH! where the hot wind, with sweet odors laden,
Against the roses faintly beats his wings,
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"LOVE is eternal," sang I long ago
Of some light love that lasted for a day;
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APRIL. You hearken, my fellow,
Old slumberer down in my heart?
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My love for thee doth take me unaware,
When most with lesser things my brain is wrought,
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We came to birth in battle; when we pass,
It shall be to the thunder of the drums.
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IF thou canst not from some superior sphere
Look down upon this world that gave thee birth
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IT stood upon the hill like some old chief,
And held communion with the cryptic wind,
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As one of those huge monsters of the sky,
Fierce with the flame of fiery floating hair,
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What painter has not with a careless smutch
Accomplished his despair?--one touch revealing
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Comrades, pour the wine to-night
For the parting is with dawn!
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To what new fates, my country, far
And unforeseen of foe or friend,
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The dawn is lonely for the sun,
And chill and drear;
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I SOMETIMES long to throw my books away
And to forget the thoughts that make me sad--
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HO, a song by the fire!
(Pass the pipes, fill the bowl!)
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I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
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There is no escape by the river,
There is no flight left by the fen;
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ALL too grotesque our thoughts are sometimes. Odd,
That there will come a day when you and I
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GONE art thou, then, O mystical musician!
Pure-thoughted singer of these sinful years!
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Ho, a song by the fire;
Pass the pipes, pass the bowl.
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You to the left and I to the right,
For the ways of men must sever—
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Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor,
When the horn is on the hill? (Bugle: Tarantara!
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