What of the faith and fire within us
Men who march away
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We are getting to the end of visioning
The impossible within this universe,
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I traversed a dominion
Whose spokesmen spake out strong
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How I was caught
Hieing home, after days of allure,
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We are budding, master, budding,
We of your favourite tree;
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When the hamlet hailed a birth
Judy used to cry:
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Dora’s gone to Ireland
Through the sleet and snow;
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I went by the Druid stone
That broods in the garden white and lone,
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It faces west, and round the back and sides
High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs,
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Why do you harbour that great cheval-glass
Filling up your narrow room?
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I come across from Mellstock while the moon wastes weaker
To behold where I lived with you for twenty years and more
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How she would have loved
A party to-day! --
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'Why do you stand in the dripping rye,
Cold-lipped, unconscious, wet to the knee,
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In the wild October night-time, when the wind raved round the
land,
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That love's dull smart distressed my heart
He shrewdly learnt to see,
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Slip back, Time!
Yet again I am nearing
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'A woman never agreed to it!' said my knowing friend to me.
'That one thing she'd refuse to do for Solomon's mines in fee:
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Why did you give no hint that night
That quickly after the morrow's dawn,
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She charged me with having said this and that
To another woman long years before,
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'Love, while you were away there came to me --
From whence I cannot tell --
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A bird sings the selfsame song,
With never a fault in its flow,
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Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently,
And though thy birth-hour beckons thee,
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They had long met o' Zundays—her true love and she—
And at junketings, maypoles, and flings;
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Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee,
O Willer masked and dumb!
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Plunging and labouring on in a tide of visions,
Dolorous and dear,
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'No smoke spreads out of this chimney-pot,
The people who lived here have left the spot,
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'What do you see in that time-touched stone,
When nothing is there
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The chimes called midnight, just at interlune,
And the daytime talk on the Roman investigations
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At Westminster, hid from the light of day,
Many who once had shone as monarchs lay.
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A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom,
And we clasped, and almost kissed;
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