Let a florid music praise,
The flute and the trumpet,
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I
You need not see what someone is doing
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What we know to be not possible,
Though time after time foretold
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After shaking paws with his dog,
(Whose bark would tell the world that he is always kind,)
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Simultaneously, as soundlessly,
Spontaneously, suddenly
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Now, as desire and the things desired
Cease to require attention,
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Among the leaves the small birds sing;
The crow of the cock commands awaking:
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Warm are the still and lucky miles,
White shores of longing stretch away,
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Fish in the unruffled lakes
Their swarming colors wear,
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Incredulous, he stared at the amused
Official writing down his name among
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Underneath an abject willow,
Lover, sulk no more:
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When there are so many we shall have to mourn,
when grief has been made so public, and exposed
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Nobody I know would like to be buried
with a silver cocktail-shaker,
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A nondescript express in from the South,
Crowds round the ticket barrier, a face
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O the valley in the summer where I and my John
Beside the deep river would walk on and on
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A living-room, the catholic area you
(Thou, rather) and I may enter
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Deftly, admiral, cast your fly
Into the slow deep hover,
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Left by his friend to breakfast alone on the white
Italian shore, his Terrible Demon arose
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It's natural the Boys should whoop it up for
so huge a phallic triumph, an adventure
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Out of a bellicose fore-time, thundering
head-on collisions of cloud and rock in an
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Driver drive faster and make a good run
Down the Springfield Line under the shining sun.
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Let me tell you a little story
About Miss Edith Gee;
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Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree,
Putting the decorations back into their cardboard boxes --
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Our earth in 1969
Is not the planet I call mine,
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That night when joy began
Our narrowest veins to flush,
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Our hunting fathers told the story
Of the sadness of the creatures,
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So from the years the gifts were showered; each
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Henry Adams
Was mortally afraid of Madams:
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Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
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