"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door
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Most wounds can Time repair;
But some are mortal -- these:
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Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she;
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When Susan's work was done, she'd sit
With one fat guttering candle lit,
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In sea-cold Lyonesse,
When the Sabbath eve shafts down
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A song of Enchantment I sang me there,
In a green-green wood, by waters fair,
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While at her bedroom window once,
Learning her task for school,
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Ever, ever
Stir and shiver
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'What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I:
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No breath of wind,
No gleam of sun –
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Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot
Tell you, Dr. Jones—
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Tom told his dog called Tim to beg,
And up at once he sat,
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Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve!
Not one of these poor men who died
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Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee;
And thou, poor Innocency;
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When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
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I was at peace until you came
And set a careless mind aflame;
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"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician,
With thy long lean hand;
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The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye -
The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge,
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The abode of the nightingale is bare,
Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air,
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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
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At the edge of All the Ages
A Knight sate on his steed,
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Clouded with snow
The cold winds blow,
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Very old are the woods;
And the buds that break
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Far are the shades of Arabia,
Where the Princes ride at noon,
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When I lie where shades of darkness
Shall no more assail mine eyes,
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Peace in thy hands,
Peace in thine eyes,
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Three jolly gentlemen,
In coats of red,
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Thistle and darnell and dock grew there,
And a bush, in the corner, of may,
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When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
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Coral and clear emerald,
And amber from the sea,
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