A summer's morning that has but one voice;
Five hundred stocks, like golden lovers, lean
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When I sailed out of Baltimore
With twice a thousand head of sheep,
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Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp,
Let's grimly kiss with bated breath;
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Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad,
Beyond the town, where wild flowers grow --
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Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.
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The sky is clear,
The sun is bright;
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No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.
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A wondrous city, that had temples there
More rich than that one built by David's son,
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My purse is yours, Sweet Heart, for I
Can count no coins with you close by;
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Now do I hear thee weep and groan,
Who hath a comrade sunk at sea?
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A week ago I had a fire
To warm my feet, my hands and face;
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Ah, sweet young blood, that makes the heart
So full of joy, and light,
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When April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
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Though I was born in April's prime,
With many another lamb,
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My song, that's bird-like in its kind,
Is in the mind,
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When our two souls have left this mortal clay
And, seeking mine, you think that mine is lost--
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She walks as lightly as the fly
Skates on the water in July.
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I hear a merry noise indeed:
Is it the geese and ducks that take
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Christmas has come, let's eat and drink--
This is no time to sit and think;
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Come, let us find a cottage, love,
That's green for half a mile around;
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I hear it said yon land is poor,
In spite of those rich cowslips there --
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Can I forget the sweet days that have been,
When poetry first began to warm my blood;
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When primroses are out in Spring,
And small, blue violets come between;
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Thou art not always kind, O sleep:
What awful secrets them dost keep
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I know not why I yearn for thee again,
To sail once more upon thy fickle flood;
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When I did wake this morn from sleep,
It seemed I heard birds in a dream;
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What exultations in my mind, From the love-bite of this Easter wind!
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We have no grass locked up in ice so fast
That cattle cut their faces and at last,
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Thou hadst no home, and thou couldst see
In every street the windows' light:
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The Lark that in heaven dim
Can match a rainy hour
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