Into the woods my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent.
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For ever wave, for ever float and shine
Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine
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As Love will carve dear names upon a tree,
Symbol of gravure on his heart to be,
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Down mildest shores of milk-white sand,
By cape and fair Floridian bay,
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From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas
Oft come repenting tempests here to die;
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O wish that's vainer than the plash
Of these wave-whimsies on the shore:
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Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
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Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
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Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands
Pourest thy pilgrim's tale, discoursing still
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O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st,
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Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,
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He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife,
Night's finger on the lip of life
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My soul is sailing through the sea,
But the Past is heavy and hindereth me.
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Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats.
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O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness thee
And make thee harrow all my spirit's glebe.
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To-day the woods are trembling through and through
With shimmering forms, that flash before my view,
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What heartache -- ne'er a hill!
Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill
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The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain
Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine apart
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Life swelleth in a whitening wave,
And dasheth thee and me apart.
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That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,
He had this pint about him:
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"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon
That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,
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In the South lies a lonesome, hungry Land;
He huddles his rags with a cripple's hand;
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Across the brook of Time man leaping goes
On stepping-stones of epochs, that uprise
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Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time,
When windy shams and the rain-mocking sleet
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In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
Two springs that with unbroken flow
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Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day.
Each rules a half of earth with different sway,
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The innocent, sweet Day is dead.
Dark Night hath slain her in her bed.
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A rose of perfect red, embossed
With silver sheens of crystal frost,
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How tall among her sisters, and how fair, --
How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair
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Through all that year-scarred agony of height,
Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands
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