I MARKED her ruined hues,
Her custom-straitened views,
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If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
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IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament,
So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan,
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WHEN you paced forth, to wait maternity,
A dream of other offspring held my mind,
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SNOW-BOUND in woodland, a mournful word,
Dropt now and then from the bill of a bird,
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WE stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
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THEY bear him to his resting-place--
In slow procession sweeping by;
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THE two were silent in a sunless church,
Whose mildewed walls, uneven paving-stones,
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THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter
Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss,
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BENEATH a knap where flown
Nestlings play,
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WHEN Lawyers strive to heal a breach,
And Parsons practise what they preach;
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We trenched, we trumpeted and drummed,
And from our mortars tons of iron hummed
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Why Sergeant, stray on the Ivel Way,
As though at home there were spectres rife?
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O My trade it is the rarest one,
Simple shepherds all--
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THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest,
And still I mused on that Thing imminent:
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"Old Norbert with the flat blue cap--
A German said to be--
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In a ferny byway
Near the great South-Wessex Highway,
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'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went
By the way of the Western Wall, so drear
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TO Jenny came a gentle youth
From inland leazes lone;
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THREE captains went to Indian wars,
And only one returned:
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I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry,
The day-tides many-shaped and hued;
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"Alive?"--And I leapt in my wonder,
Was faint of my joyance
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UPON a noon I pilgrimed through
A pasture, mile by mile,
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I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech
And be as high as he:
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AS evening shaped I found me on a moor
Which sight could scarce sustain:
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WHEN, soul in soul reflected,
We breathed an æthered air,
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WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough,
Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's,
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SHOW thee as I thought thee
When I early sought thee,
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We passed where flag and flower
Signalled a jocund throng;
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Offended by a Book of the Writer's
NOW that my page upcloses, doo
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