Do kings put faith in fortressed walls, and bar Their cities' gates, as strong to keep out war?
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No more now with jealous complaining Shall you be vext; nor I with fears
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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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Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain,
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As in the dusty lane to fern or flower, Whose freshness in hot noon is dried and dead,
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Beautifully dies the year. Silence sleeps upon the mere:
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Come back, sweet yesterdays! Sweet yesterdays, come back!
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How dark, how quiet sleeps the vale below! In the dim farms, look, not a window shines:
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In the shadow of a broken house, Down a deserted street,
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Now that I have won Long despaired of peace,
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O sorrowful thought! But one more flying year, And our ways part, perhaps no more to meet:
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Pale are the words I build for my delight To house in; pale as the chill mist that holds
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The shrines of old are broken down; The faiths that knelt at them are dead.
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The sun goes down, on other lands to shine. I long to keep him, but he will not stay.
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Vision of peace, Joy without stain, That on my vext heart sweetly shinest,
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What shall I say to thee, my spirit, so soon dejected, Unaccountably conquered, where thou seemed'st strong?
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Why hurt so hard by little pricks, By chasing cares so clouded over,
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Pure--throated Flower, Smelling of Spring,
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A day that is boundless as youth And gay with delight to be born,
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The Man. O tyrannous Angel, dreadful God,
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Behold an endless evening over land That lapped in vast vales rises up afar
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In the shadow of a broken house,
Down a deserted street,
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O hush, sweet birds, that linger in lonely song! Hold in your evening fragrance, wet May--bloom!
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Over fast--closed baby eyes In the garden's golden air
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Magnificent the Beast! Look in the eyes Of the fell tiger towering on his prey,
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I saw the Goddess of the Evening pause Between two mountain pillars. Tall as they
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O Thou who seekest me Through the day's heartless hurry and uproar,
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Move onward, Time, and bring us sooner free From this self--clouding turmoil where we ply
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My spirit was like the lonely air Before night,
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O my peace, O well So deep no thought could sound it,
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