For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth,
There is no measure upon earth.
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The rain was ending, and light
Lifting the leaden skies.
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Away, sad thoughts, and teasing
Perplexities, away!
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So old is the wood, so old,
Old as Fear.
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Guns! far and near
Quick, sudden, angry,
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Of the old house, only a few, crumbled
Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock,
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In the shadow of a broken house,
Down a deserted street,
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In a vision of the night I saw them,
In the battles of the night.
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She was binding the wounds of her enemies when they came—
The lint in her hand unrolled.
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Burned from the ore’s rejected dross,
The iron whitens in the heat.
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Gross, with protruding ears,
Sleek hair, brisk glance, fleshy and yet alert,
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Trefoil and Quatrefoil!
What shaped those destinied small silent leaves
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A far look in absorbed eyes, unaware
Of what some gazer thrills to gather there;
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I know that there are slumbrous woods beyond
On islands of white marges, where the tide
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Soft little hands that stray and clutch,
Like fern fronds curl and uncurl bold,
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High on the mountain, shrouded in vast trees,
The stillness had the chastity of frost.
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Lose me, full, full moment, Like a ripple round,
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2nd Lieut., Cinque Ports Battalion, Royal Sussex Regiment
Strong, loyal--souled, full--hearted, blithely brave,
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A child in nature, as a child in years, If on past hours she turn remembering eyes,
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A day that is boundless as youth And gay with delight to be born,
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A far look in absorbed eyes, unaware Of what some gazer thrills to gather there;
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A flower, or the ghost of a flower! Mist, or the soul of it, felt
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A hundred autumns fallen in fire To dust and mould
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A leaf on the gray sand--path Fallen, and fair with rime!
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A present from tropical Annam, A bird with a human speech,
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A sultry perfume of voluptuous June Enchants the air still breathing of warm day;
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A woman sat, with roses red Upon her lap before her spread,
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Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain,
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All is wild with change, Large the yellow leaves
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All paths lead upward to the sky In this green isle, which mounts on high
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