So an age ended, and its last deliverer died
In bed, grown idle and unhappy; they were safe:
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On this day tradition allots
to taking stock of our lives,
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A cloudless night like this
Can set the spirit soaring:
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Henry Adams
Was mortally afraid of Madams:
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If all a top physicist knows
About the Truth be true,
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For us like any other fugitive,
Like the numberless flowers that cannot number
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Each lover has some theory of his own
About the difference between the ache
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As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
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As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
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As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young,
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Certainly our city with its byres of poverty down to
The river's edge, its cathedral, its engines, its dogs;
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At last the secret is out,
as it always must come in the end,
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Unrhymed, unrythmical, the chatter goes:
Yet no one hears his own remarks as prose.
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Being set on the idea
Of getting to Atlantis,
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The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
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Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse's flowers will not last;
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Base words are uttered only by the base
And can for such at once be understood,
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Driver drive faster and make a good run
Down the Springfield Line under the shining sun.
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When shall we learn, what should be clear as day,
We cannot choose what we are free to love?
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Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
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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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Did you ever hear about Cocaine Lil?
She lived in Cocaine town on Cocaine hill,
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As the hawk sees it or the helmeted airman:
The clouds rift suddenly - look there
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"O who can ever gaze his fill,"
Farmer and fisherman say,
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Deftly, admiral, cast your fly
Into the slow deep hover,
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Our earth in 1969
Is not the planet I call mine,
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Left by his friend to breakfast alone on the white
Italian shore, his Terrible Demon arose
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Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
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Eyes look into the well,
Tears run down from the eye;
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Fish in the unruffled lakes
Their swarming colours wear,
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