Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay
Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam,
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I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night;
I went to the window to see the sight;
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Far from the churchyard dig his grave,
On some green mound beside the wave;
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Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
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See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,
And through the Winter neglected lay,
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That which he did not feel, he would not sing;
What most he felt, religion it was to hide
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Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town,
It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down;
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Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born;
Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as night and morn.
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O pale green sea,
With long, pale, purple clouds above -
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The vast and solemn company of clouds
Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined,
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Amy Margaret's five years old,
Amy Margaret's hair is gold,
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A sunset's mounded cloud;
A diamond evening-star;
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
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Gold tassel upon March's bugle-horn,
Whose blithe reveille blows from hill to hill
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Down on the shore, on the sunny shore!
Where the salt smell cheers the land;
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Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
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I thought it was the little bed
I slept in long ago;
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Here the white-ray'd anemone is born,
Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup;
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O English mother, in the ruddy glow
Hugging your baby closer when outside
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Seek up and down, both fair and brown,
We've purty lasses many, O;
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October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf,
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A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Where little Folk go up and down,
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Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, my joy, my only best
If fifty girls were round you, I’d hardly see the rest;
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Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream--
Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall,
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I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel
The full deliciousness of this bright day,
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In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand,
Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees,
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Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!
For Summer's nearly done;
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O Spirit of the Summertime !
Bring back the roses to the dells ;
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O spirit of the Summer-time!
Bring back the roses to the dells;
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Saint Margaret's Eve it did befall,
The waves roll so gayly O,
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