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Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripped,
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HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head,
Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye,
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I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
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THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
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THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
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Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
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My Soul I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
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First Sailor. Has he not led us into these waste seas
For long enough?
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All the heavy days are over;
Leave the body's coloured pride
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I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
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Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye;
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COME swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
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Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
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I admit the briar
Entangled in my hair
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SICKNESS brought me this
Thought, in that scale of his:
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What lively lad most pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
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A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.
Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!
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Though nurtured like the sailing moon
In beauty's murderous brood,
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Though nurtured like the sailing moon
In beauty's murderous brood,
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Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
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A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
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I have pointed out the yelling pack,
The hare leap to the wood,
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I have old women's secrets now
That had those of the young;
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A crazy man that found a cup,
When all but dead of thirst,
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We should be hidden from their eyes,
Being but holy shows
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Laughter not time destroyed my voice
And put that crack in it,
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We sat under an old thorn-tree
And talked away the night,
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O bid me mount and sail up there
Amid the cloudy wrack,
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Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span;
Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man;
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For one throb of the Artery,
While on that old grey stone I sat
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