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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When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
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Love came to her unsought,
Love served her many ways,
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As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea,
These rounded summer days fall back into eternity.
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Just above the boxes and where the high lights fall
Looketh down a carven face from out the gilded wall.
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With all the little children, far and near,
God wot! to-day we'll sing a song of cheer!
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Who hath a heart courageous
Will fight with right good cheer;
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Love maketh its own summer time,
'Tis June, Love, when we are together,
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Across the dusty, foot-worn street
Unblessed of flower or tree,
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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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Little honey baby, shet yo' eyes up tight;--
(Shadow-man is comin' from de moon!)--
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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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Afar in the turbulent city,
In a hive where men make gold,
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Down the white ward with slow, unswerving tread
He came ere break of day--
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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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Now cometh October--a nut-brown maid,
Who in robes of crimson and gold arrayed
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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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Love reckons not by time--its May days of delight
Are swifter than the falling stars that pass beyond our sight.
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If the bird knew how through the wintry weather
An empty nest would swing by day and night,
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Sweet April! from out of the hidden place
Where you keep your green and gold,
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Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away--
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As children gather daisies down green ways
Mid butterflies and bees,
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Though I follow a trail to north or south,
Though I travel east or west,
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He is not desolate whose ship is sailing
Over the mystery of an unknown sea,
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Little brown brother, up in the apple tree,
High on its blossom-rimmed branches aswing,
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'Tis time to sing of roses: of roses all ablow,
To every vagrant passing breeze they dip a courtesy low,
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Where yesterday rolled long waves of gold
Beneath the burnished blue of the sky,
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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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An angel found a daisy where it lay
On Heaven's highroad of transparent gold,
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