If the bird knew how through the wintry weather
An empty nest would swing by day and night,
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A toast to thee, 0 dear old year,
While the last moments fly,
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No more for thee the music and the lights,
Thy magic may no more win smile nor frown;
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He stood alone on Fame's high mountain top,
His hands at rest, his forehead bound with bay;
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Long had she knelt at the Madonna's shrine,
With the empty chapel, cold and grey,
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Sing me a song--a song to ease old sorrows,
And dull the edge of care--
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Though I follow a trail to north or south,
Though I travel east or west,
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Who hath a heart courageous
Will fight with right good cheer;
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Across the dusty, foot-worn street
Unblessed of flower or tree,
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Little brown brother, up in the apple tree,
High on its blossom-rimmed branches aswing,
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Where yesterday rolled long waves of gold
Beneath the burnished blue of the sky,
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The Saints of Thy great Church, 0 Christ,
How vast their numbers be--
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Throughout the sunny day he whistled on his way--
Oh high and low, and gay and sweet,
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Down the white ward with slow, unswerving tread
He came ere break of day--
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Sweet April! from out of the hidden place
Where you keep your green and gold,
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As children gather daisies down green ways
Mid butterflies and bees,
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Oh, fairy palace of pink and pearl
Frescoed with filigree silver-white,
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Keen in his blood ran the old mad desire
To right the world's wrongs and champion truth;
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For thee, my small one--trinkets and new toys,
The wine of life and all its keenest joys,
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Up from the templed city of the Jews,
The road ran straight and white
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Hail, little herald!--Art thou then returning
From summer lands, this wild and wind-torn day?
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Silver clock! O silver clock! tell to me the time o' day!
Is there yet a little hour left for us to work and play?
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When hills and plains are powdered white,
And bitter cold the north wind blows,
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Now cometh October--a nut-brown maid,
Who in robes of crimson and gold arrayed
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Afar in the turbulent city,
In a hive where men make gold,
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Enter the temple beautiful! The house not made with hands!
Rain-washed and green, wind-swept and clean,
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When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
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An angel found a daisy where it lay
On Heaven's highroad of transparent gold,
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How like a hooded friar, bent and grey,
Whose pensive lips speak only when they pray
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Infold us with thy peace, dear moon-lit night,
And let thy silver silence wrap us round
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