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1004|And had been seen within this place
1004|Had but the bell rung; which to my Lord
1004|Commanded me unto that district.
1004|There is on Latian ground a bell
1004|That to the mountain bears its bell;
1004|And if my Master had been here,
1004|His own true translation he would have
1004|Have made the same, by hearing well
1004|The accents of the tower and mountain;
1004|But good he lost his wits, at whose sound
1004|My fear did so oppress him, that with fear
1004|I hid myself away in the wood.
1004|I know not if he still were living;
1004|So angry was my doubt, that not far off
1004|I saw another come along the valley,
1004|Clotilda, and I speak of her as though
1004|I were a native of this world.
1004|I was not ware of her approaching,
1004|For I was like the rest asleep;
1004|And she came up beside me, and her brow
1004|Did make itself more bearable for my pain.
1004|And said to me: 'How is it, Palahni,
1004|That thou makest a stir upon thy sleep?
1004|Is not here grown fonder than a year
1004|Thy fever, than the blindness of a child,
1004|Than that which cometh to men from without
1004|When they are far from home?  What is it now
1004|The voice of thy complaint brings unto us?
1004|Is not the torment made more bitter,
1004|And the long nights tedious and unarrive?
1004|Why would'st thou go unto that o'erwhelming
1004|Power, who to the world is subject still?
1004|Count it not strange that one whose morning
1004|Not yet arrives should still be mourning ever,
1004|If with the morning dawn there were no God!
1004|If Nello were alive and minded
1004|To leave this prison which is his by law,
1004|And onward went, from gate to gate, to see
1004|What stores were in that holy house of prayer,
1004|The brethren would not be in a moment
1004|By him without confusion, if he chose,
1004|Who thus presumes to make trial of us.
1004|Who by the power of grace eternal
1004|Makes us to love him who has made us wicked,
1004|Need have no anxiety for his success;
1004|If this be his design, all our desire
1004|Will be but lowly deeds, and nothing more.
1004|He need not fear to find us out and told,
1004|For he has made himself known to us all;
1004|He needs not fear, because our presumption
1004|Made him not fool-harden his inward sense;
1004|For when we will he shows himself a fool,
1004|And makes himself a Wise Man to avow him.
1004|He needs must run before, and run not behind,
1004|And to the left or to the right he needs
1004|Not always, if he chance to meet with a fence;
1004|But with a smile he turns, if he doth find one.
1004|And if he meets with one, he will not shrink,
1004|But, opening wide his arms, will receive it,
1004|So that the other keep fast; and thus he
1004|Survives a hot and continuous fire."
1004|Then did I move anew along the valley,
1004|As one resumes his journey so far,
1004|And towards the sun his course doth advance.
1004|The four above enumerated did not stay
1004|Longer in that forest to mend their sick,
1004|Than did my eyes from beating count the minutes.
1004|With him went Ither Borghese, and with him
1004|His companion, Basolus, and Basette,
1004|Who was more backward in his way and speech.
1004|Basette was a scanty lad, and yet he
1004|Was dressed in April colours, and had feat.
1004|Thus in his best attire, backward he advanced,
1004|And with a smile looked at his companion's grief.
1004|"Well do I see," said he
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35996|And I am still the same
35996|When I look at the sky
35996|I seem to be at rest
35996|My eyes and forehead have grown
35996|I can hear the birds and bees,
35996|Now the music of the sea
35996|In the garden, over yonder
35996|In the house the sun
35996|Is shining, the summer morning
35996|Is shining, you and I
35996|It's fine weather, we've made up our minds
35996|Jack and Jill went up the hill
35996|Let the cat go, if I had a nickel
35996|Let's go a-shooting with the brigand brig
35996|Let's go a-robbing a coal-cart
35996|Lassie, Lassie come wheedling me
35996|Lovers, do not be angry with
35996|Love is sweet, but 'twixt you and me
35996|Maudie, mend her to-day
35996|My dear, that was a fine book when I read it
35996|Mother, O my mother give me
35996|My little one, my little one dear
35996|My lips I will not speak till I've said my say
35996|My mother, O my mother give me
35996|Nurse, can you open the package?
35996|Nibble, Nibble, fetch the milk
35996|Nile, Nile, the grass at my feet; dear
35996|No, I will not have you kiss me,
35996|Now my little one, I say
35996|Now I have found you, my dear
35996|O, don't you forget, my Darling
35996|O, sing a song by dale and hill
35996|O who would sleep
35996|O, sing a sweet song
35996|O dear! my Dear! how kind you are
35996|Oh, hush, hush! hush, my baby
35996|Oh, Mother Goose, stop a while
35996|Oh, Mother Goose, have you any more
35996|On a little vase of clay
35996|On the mountain, at my feet
35996|On my little pony
35996|On the Ocean!--a good friend
35996|O, Mother Goose, come down to me
35996|O, mother goose, you are a happy goose
35996|O, Sea-Faring, how I fear
35996|O sweet! my Dear! you are better than me
35996|O sweet, my Darling
35996|O that you could see like me
35996|O sweetheart, O my Sweet! don't say me not--
35996|O, come and bring me my green basket
35996|Oh, dear! the sun is shining
35996|Oh, dear! my Darling, my Darling
35996|Oh, you that lisp
35996|O my Jack-o'-Lantern, good-night, good-night
35996|O, let me go once more
35996|O kiss me, mother Goose
35996|O dear!--The Sun can shine
35996|O Love, I want to say, but can't
35996|O love, my little Lamb
35996|O Mother Goose, ride away, ride away
35996|O spare me the terror
35996|O spare me the anguish
35996|O look not on yonder sea, it is not fair,
35996|Old age is strange and new beginnings are unknown
35996|Of a child's love what words can paint the scene
35996|On the mountain, on the road of the days to be
35996|Of a dream, my Darling
35996|On a little stream that winds
35996|Ony one that knows, my darling One
35996|O Susan, O Susan, I know
35996|Pack, the fox and the owl,
35996|Possessed of the best,
35996|Pugmire puffs his power
35996|Pumpkin, the most like a flower
35996|Queen and slave, the whole of our lives
35996|Rarely seen, rare--and yet
35996|Rejoice, ye sons of old!
35996|Rock-a-bye, baby, good-bye
35996|Roses, by right our master we obey,
35996|Roses, from bud to ripe
35996|San Francisco, you have so much to do
35996|Sandy-wind, wind not carried
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1365|But I am soothed and comforted;
1365|With the music of the wind
1365|And the sound of the waves,
1365|I am the same old dreamer, dreaming in a forest of the 
North-land.
1365|"Ah me! what is this, that seems
1365|Like a shadow to arise?"
1365|"Only a dream, my friend, it is."
1365|"Only a fancy, you'll agree."
1365|"I wish I had some good music there!"
1365|The wind was playing on a harp of scarlet,
1365|Playing, playing,
1365|As if he were drunk,
1365|Drunken winds were all around us,
1365|Heigh-ho!
1365|Drunken winds, they are a fiendish trick,
1365|They are not good, nor yet good enough for me.
1365|But go, and as you pass
1365|Drop, to get a glimpse,
1365|Through the branches of this tree;
1365|It is well so grown, the stem is still fresh.
1365|This was the story their mother told them:
1365|"When you are a little higher,
1365|Pray heed not the wind,
1365|It cannot harm you;
1365|He is a spirit here, as he moves through your house;
1365|Heigh-ho!
1365|It is better to speak good-will to men
1365|Than to blame them;
1365|It is better to stand upright
1365|Than to sit down."
1365|When the wind goes a-wailing about the world,
1365|He is like a madman;
1365|In his hands the lightning is wandering;
1365|Who can tell what strange mischief he will bring?
1365|Why do you play at home?  Oh why?
1365|The children all are playing,
1365|All are playing,
1365|All are at home in their playhouse,
1365|The children have everything.
1365|When the wind goes a-wailing about the world,
1365|He is not so polite;
1365|One can teach him nothing at all;
1365|Who would ever be taken in such a fight,
1365|Oh what is it, pray?
1365|The children all are laughing,
1365|The children all are laughing,
1365|They would fight.
1365|Oh, what are the flowers and fruits? in a word,
1365|The little things that every day's to see,
1365|The little things that every day's to forget,
1365|What makes the pretty faces to grow older?
1365|Why, everything, that's wonderful and new,
1365|The flowers and fruits will make us old and gray.
1365|What makes the pretty faces to grow older?
1365|To make us remember every day,
1365|The little things that come and pass;
1365|Then to be as happy as can be;
1365|Oh, the day at last
1365|Is always sweet, but who would count a crown,
1365|When a picture is in a book!
1365|"The little children come to us so early,"
1365|In summertime, in summertime,
1365|Children come and play all the time;
1365|Oh! they take your heart away.
1365|We'll try to help the little children,
1365|Let's give them a good long play;
1365|Let's make the summer weather fine;
1365|We know we can keep them out.
1365|In the summertime, in summertime,
1365|Let us make it daily plain;
1365|And, when they get home, let them know
1365|That we'll keep them out all the year;
1365|We always do our very best;
1365|And always think of them best.
1365|We've learned this lesson after a little while:
1365|"Don't be too good; be just a little!"
1365|If you go to play we are waiting,
1365|The little children are playing;
1365|We'll let you take your practice flying;
1365|You know, I think, how I hate it.
1365|Our captain holds you in his arms, he gives you kisses,
1365|He watches
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26333|And, as in fear of you, the mother I may be.
26333|"What are you thinking of, Mrs. Glessman?"
26333|"Are you thinking of your daughter?"
26333|And the woman leaned out of her window
26333|And went upstairs slowly with her son,--
26333|Hush! for he is thinking of his mother!
26333|When the old woman went down in the grave-hill
26333|She wore an old suit of blue
26333|And her apron with the small green lace.
26333|You can shake them off when you are past:
26333|But you always do seem short and fat.
26333|And this morning, you always look thin.
26333|Some women grow stiff like potatoes;
26333|Some like to be so "chippy";
26333|And some women grow their hair long
26333|And some have great straight hair;
26333|But the woman you see standing there
26333|Has stood so her whole life long.
26333|So, as time is flying, the light is dying,
26333|I hope my story will be sweet.
26333|It may not be true what you tell me,
26333|But it is true--it is quite true:
26333|If you are going out you need not stop
26333|Unless you are very, very tired.
26333|If you are going to tea, go at it straightway,
26333|Or else be patient until you are through.
26333|The cat in the corner is a very good model for you:
26333|You must set her down quietly on the soft, fine cloth
26333|And turn about and put it carefully away in the closet.
26333|But at intervals she will mutter what you will not:
26333|She wears a kind of white cocked hat which, being black, it 
conceals
26333|A long robe, in which her fingers so deftly pattern the lace
26333|That it will surely be long enough to cover you two at tea.
26333|To make my story complete, I must very simply state that
26333|The child I told you of is the sweetest she has ever been.
26333|"Can you tell me how to play?"
26333|This I ventured to say:
26333|But I could only answer, "Oh!"
26333|The child sat silent awhile:
26333|Then, rising with a bitter smile,
26333|She said, "I can."
26333|And why should I be blamed, if I did indeed say, and she
26333|answered, with a bitter sigh,
26333|"I can tell you what to do."
26333|"And then?" said the child.
26333|Again, with a bitter laugh.
26333|I was a little boy then, and went as the little boy went:
26333|A little boy, too, and I was a little boy's friend at school.
26333|The people in the street that day were twenty-two:
26333|I was twenty-three:
26333|And this is what the people said:
26333|"What a beautiful lad, indeed,
26333|To-day so newly arrived!
26333|He'll join our society, we're sure;
26333|And he'll surely be a useful boy."
26333|I was a little boy then, and as my friend went out I held
26333|In my hand a pretty paper. "Dear me!" said a little fellow,
26333|"Where did you get it?"
26333|"I only got it out of the rain,"
26333|He explained. "No one gave me the rain."
26333|"Why, then," said I, "why didn't you give it me?"
26333|He said: "I thought I would; and I did."
26333|The little boy looked at me, and suddenly he looked at the 
paper,
26333|And I can see how he felt.
26333|I was a little boy then, and as a little boy's friend I went
26333|Up a very high stair
26333|Just to see his thoughts.
26333|But before I spoke he turned away,
26333|And went on with lighter heart
26333|Than ever I have known.
26333|And I have been like other little boys
26333|Who, one by one, have learned to walk
26333|On their cheeks, and on their hands
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42051|So close that he could scarcely hear
42051|The music of my voice,
42051|For I was the sweet and simple voice
42051|Of all my heart, and ever sang
42051|To all my sorrowing sisters, one
42051|Sweet voice only: for no other one
42051|With her could change the music of the deep,
42051|Like a great sea-bird in its flight:
42051|Her beauty was the music of my soul.
42051|And I loved that single voice so well
42051|I might not hear the other three:
42051|And then at last I loved that solitary sweetheart more,
42051|And my heart was like a quiet ocean,
42051|That sings as it murmurs,
42051|And the music of the soundless deeps
42051|Hath turned me to its own.
42051|And now when I have turned my face
42051|To the pale and dreamful sea,
42051|And the ships drifting,
42051|Where my heart is most,
42051|I shall never know it more!
42051|For, ever driven before the wind,
42051|I shall leave behind,
42051|In a stormy sleep,
42051|The long white road,--
42051|The deep and stormy road,
42051|The silent and stormy road.
42051|I came to the house, which the house was built in, upon a time
42051|Before our souls had ever known the city of men,
42051|Before the city of dreams had taken us wholly from our bodies,
42051|A little house was built me upon a time, upon the edge
42051|Of a broad country, upon the edge of a broad land:
42051|And I heard the city-gates upon a time,
42051|And I thought the city-gates upon my soul had been
42051|The gates of a far, far city far and small:
42051|I came to the house, and the house I came to find
42051|Was old and crumbling, and had taken to its feet
42051|A many years of dust, and many of rain,
42051|A many long years of toil, and labour, and fear:
42051|And I saw the house, upon its old and crumbling wall,
42051|Which had taken to its feet the years of toil, and labour,
42051|Before the feet of any soul had ever known
42051|The crumbling steps of any life had trod the world.
42051|And I knew that I was weary of the city-wall,
42051|Of the crumbling, crumbling prison in the town.
42051|The city-gates were old and used to toiling,
42051|As the feet of any soul had ever known:
42051|And I turned to the door, and entered on the moor,
42051|With never a thought beyond the house before.
42051|For never a thought beyond its last despair,
42051|No thought beyond the house I left so long ago,
42051|No thought beyond the moor my soul had known:
42051|Yet as I came, before the long, long rain,
42051|The city-gates were opened, and I knew
42051|That the soul of me lay hidden deep below,
42051|In the heart of any heart, in their deep, deep dark.
42051|There in the night I found me, alone,
42051|I was not with other souls who went
42051|To the great city-gates in the dark.
42051|I was alone: and though I had seen
42051|Many souls go forth through them before,
42051|This soul, with many tears and many years,
42051|Had never gone out through any door.
42051|I looked in the dark toward the city-wall;
42051|And all the houses far away were light--
42051|So far! but I knew that at the end
42051|I need must go through one long door for them,
42051|And the city-gates were a little nearer then.
42051|Still, I was very weary, and I knew
42051|That in the night must go to them at last
42051|The soul within their hearts, and they had seen
42051|The light of many morning-eyes go down
42051|Out of a great far town; and the night must come
42051|And be not yet dawn
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2334|They are all gone down, and the King says nothing more.
2334|The sea is round about the little shore,
2334|And the sea-wind shakes beneath the sun;
2334|O how I long for the sea-cliffs far away,
2334|And the sea-birds all together flown!
2334|The waves are white on the beach at Aycee,
2334|The wind is cold in the Aycee glen;
2334|The sea-birds fly in the anemone spray,
2334|But my lonely soul yearns beyond the coast.
2334|Through the green-banked waters into Aycee
2334|I roamed, unharmed and unshackled;
2334|Men shivered in the noonday cold,
2334|But joyous voices sung in my ears,
2334|"Bide with me, O Bachelor of Graves!"
2334|The sea-fires flamed on the anemone,
2334|The waters murmur to the sea.
2334|In my heart was one clear thought, one burning thought--
2334|"Forbear, O men! the dreadful war!"
2334|A long cold yeargood in my heart for the sea,
2334|And the sea-fowl and the sea-cows' cry;
2334|And my thought on the shore-cliffs far away
2334|Burned like a beacon fiery with fate.
2334|Foolish were the men who fled from Meikki,
2334|And foolhardy were the men who met her;
2334|But now the people laugh and clap and call,
2334|"Bide with us, O Bachelor of Graves!"
2334|And the sea-bird's cry is still on the wind.
2334|I know my way is still far away,
2334|Across the sands, across the sea,
2334|I knew it to the last, and yet--I know
2334|I shall not go to Aycees Glen.
2334|Aycees Glen?--What is Aycees Glen?--What is its name?--
2334|When the sun goes down in the east,
2334|And the grey mist creeps across the sky
2334|From east to west on the passing day,
2334|Then Aycees Glen is in my heart to-day,
2334|For the old loves and the old dreams are here,
2334|And the young dreams are in my breast to-be,
2334|And the old loves are come to me.
2334|Aycees Glen!--the sweet pastures of my youth,
2334|The old ways and the new things to do;
2334|When the grey mist creeps across the sky
2334|From east to west on the passing day,
2334|Then Aycees Glen is in my heart to-day,
2334|For the old loves and the old dreams are here,
2334|And the young dreams are in my breast to-be.
2334|The snow has fallen so long that the lambs
2334|Were busy making soup in the lanes,
2334|But I went out to the fields again,
2334|And I saw my red crone under the hill.
2334|She must work hard for my bread, and soon,
2334|As the snow fell so thick and heavy,
2334|A new wind came from out the west,
2334|And wet was the weather.
2334|In the dark she sat on the edge of the shed,
2334|Keeping a close eye on the chicken coop
2334|That hung up at the shed door now;
2334|There was never a shower so the paint was wet
2334|In the dark and the fields on that day.
2334|As the snow fell o'er her the red crone trembled
2334|And trembled till she could see with sore eyes
2334|The white snow that rolled on the ground below.
2334|And she watched till the sun went down
2334|For the cold rain of the west was over all;
2334|And still with her watching till he came,
2334|The crone at last saw the chicken coop hung up now.
2334|With a little cry, like a little child
2334|She snatched the chicken out from under the hill.
2334|That was all.  The chicken with red wings,
2334|Wings white and wings of brown
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19221|From yon fair hill by the sea
19221|That overlooks the waves;
19221|There let them lie when it is day:
19221|The fearful dead may live!
19221|With a parting kiss he took her hand,
19221|And softly said, 'Lie still, my dear, lie still, lie still;'
19221|'Twas under the spreading willow tree
19221|Where she was laid in the carnation moor,
19221|That now my Harold sleeps in his heir;
19221|Methinks I smell the fresh and mellow scent
19221|Of the hawthorn blooms upon the bank.
19221|The hawthorn bushes growing gay;
19221|And through yon spreading willow tree
19221|That now my dear-lov'd Harold sleeps in his heir,
19221|Methinks I smell the hawthorn blooms perfume,
19221|Ah me! what is't that floats on the air?
19221|It is honey of hawthorn fresh and sweet;
19221|The nestling dreams not that it lives.
19221|'Twas a little thing, little thing,
19221|A little thing on the grassy sod;
19221|A thing of God, a thing of earth indeed;
19221|It came into his keeping so.
19221|The very very very very child
19221|Of the Sun's old motherhood;
19221|He knows what Love is, and he knows
19221|That what he gives is what He takes;
19221|He gives; I doo not know if I may
19221|My love or my young love remember.
19221|O, did ye see her hair, and saw her eyes,
19221|And mark how like her breath was her glance,
19221|How like her breath could her look be,
19221|And then ye would have known she was not she.
19221|Was there a thing on the earth then made,
19221|Or fashioned in an hour to be,
19221|A thing on earth then begot that day;
19221|And did its birth be sweet, or foul?
19221|For sure, fair day, ye saw not how her hair
19221|And her bright eyes dropped like the dew
19221|From her white hand a pearl, as it lay there;
19221|And she herself look'd so like the air
19221|That ye might scarce of her suppose
19221|Her presence there was meant, or that she was there;
19221|For still the same sweet air she seems to breathe,
19221|And still her lips seem to look to see
19221|The white pearls droop tenderly below
19221|Her lid as she looks in the west.
19221|And when ye saw the little hands of hers,
19221|You would have known that she was not she;
19221|Ye would have felt her heart be heavy,
19221|As if it was the child of despair,
19221|Or that she thought of something that was not her:
19221|For still she seems to feel the cold, bright tears,
19221|And still she looks on something dim,
19221|And seems but faintly aware that ye are there.
19221|Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
19221|Thou's met me oft to-night,
19221|An' hast a' things to tell,
19221|Awww, wee flow'r,
19221|That may auster pleasure prove.
19221|But thou hast ne'er a word to say,
19221|For how couldst thou conceal
19221|That flow'r's color, it's purple-red,
19221|An' a' its purple stain?
19221|An' lest a lover should forget
19221|The purple in the wee flow'r,
19221|An' perchance forget the flow'r,
19221|Forbid it brown, purple flow'r,
19221|If it dye his sleeve.
19221|Twa blushes, wee pair,
19221|Sae blue and sweet;
19221|Sae luv defile;
19221|Twa waur bewurst
19221|Down on the green.
19221|A-mahnden two,
19221|An' one for thrice,
19221|The second a youth,
19221|That's wisest, mean
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30235|A thousand years or less,
30235|Have made his wife, and child,
30235|His friends, his countrymen:
30235|And I am only his woman still,
30235|The wife of his paramour."
30235|"The English are not so free with our men
30235|As we suppose.  When Charles of Anjou
30235|To his great foe, the French, sent th' embassy,
30235|They found the integrity of France guarded
30235|By a whole army."
30235|But Sir John of Devonshire answered,--"Ay!
30235|The French are not so free with our men as we
30235|Believe:
30235|And therefore, when Charles sent the king his lordly son
30235|To punish, they are not so free with our men
30235|As we
30235|Believe.  The king is but a privateer of France;
30235|And when he sends the French into England
30235|To crush them, his army will set up o'er us."
30235|"Then we will have our doubts, men," the king replied;
30235|"There's not more English blood in our veins than French;
30235|To drive the English into France as I must,
30235|Is madness in men."
30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John of Devonshire,
30235|And the king, with the rest,
30235|With one accord
30235|Cried, "By John of!  Let me alone, I implore!"
30235|Their sovereign made answer,--"Ay! and that outrage
30235|Is revenge:"
30235|"Nay, fool that I were," the French exclaimed;
30235|"Would I were in France!"
30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, thou art;
30235|So let it be so,--
30235|Let our hearts nevermore beat high above the common!"
30235|And the princely three, in their wrath and our dismay,
30235|Cried, "By France, let her own tongue utter THOU."
30235|The king cried, "By Heaven, I will send her not thee!"
30235|Then forth from the court rose the arch-prince's wife,
30235|And--"By God, I'm all afire!"
30235|Then forth from the queen's fair hall rose the queen's maid,
30235|And cried, "By France, I know thee!"
30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, the arch-prince,
30235|The arch-prince cried next!
30235|"By France, by God, by France, I tell thee, stay!
30235|By God, by God, by my life!  I am not here!
30235|By God, I am but a privateer with Spain:--
30235|The good king hath sent me to punish thine."
30235|"Ay! and the French are not so brave as they talk."
30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, cried, then
30235|Up started from her seat;
30235|"By God, by God, they're in a fury."
30235|"But we'll be just," he cried, "as good men can be!"
30235|So, to the hall at once
30235|Of the royal chamber they were brought, and the king cried,
30235|"By God, by God, this man is our ruin;
30235|For breaking the peace was his fault alone,
30235|So we must make him pay."
30235|But what should they talk of, the French might not hear,
30235|For fear would be stilled;
30235|And all day long to the far-away they came,
30235|Sounding to meet them on their way.
30235|Up sprang the sovereign, and called his men together;
30235|"Here's the Duke of the French--here's my liege Maximilian.
30235|Here's my child, my child, my queen, my lady Beatrice.
30235|Here's their sire, with him that brought them to the rescue."
30235|Then answered the little soldier Dan de Vigo.
30235|"O I am Sir Richard," said he,
30235|"And his name is also Sir Richard."
30235|From that knight, so
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1030|Wage war with France and the Duke of Flanders;
1030|That is our object, if we can't at once
1030|Make him an outlaw and traitor as well;
1030|He doth us wrong who makes us so bold,
1030|And will not sit by while Parliament sleeps."
1030|"What are the odds?" said the Duke, "you shall see;
1030|For we have lost our English ambassador."
1030|"What are the odds?" repeated the parliament;
1030|The Duke of Flanders returned an answer more
1030|(The King himself did not understand it).
1030|At length the Duke of Flanders his speech broke short,
1030|And said, "My Lords, I have a little tale to tell you:
1030|"My friend is a man of many talents,
1030|And many talents also can I tell you.
1030|He's come at our request for a trade,
1030|To our great charge, my lords, he's come at your summons.
1030|We've bought him here, and he's yours for a guinea;
1030|In return we'll fight as your knights and your squires;
1030|There's but one cause of all our dissensions, -
1030|We want him back again for the lady May-day."
1030|"Well-a-day, good-a-day," (the Duke of Flanders cried),
1030|"We are lost for ever, all you who hate us.
1030|For if he return for the lady May-day,
1030|This is but a game to your lordship and yours.
1030|If that be the case, then I'll give you the chance,
1030|And show you how to win them by your doing."
1030|The Pope then rose, with his hood he's hanging down,
1030|And bade the barons march out of the hall,
1030|And swear obedience and faith unto God,
1030|To be whipped at the hands if they disobeyed;
1030|He looked on his flock, and gave them his hand;
1030|Then sent his Pope's Master, with every man
1030|To fight like a pilot for the lady May-day:
1030|The barons were ready in many a land,
1030|And many a baron of great prowess;
1030|But the Duke of Flanders was first in to-do,
1030|For he'd never lose in an encounter,
1030|And that he should come within feet of the lady.
1030|Thus the Pope in his hood the Pope was calling,
1030|And his face full of rage and delight:
1030|"You have made my head, for none can be worse;
1030|For if my orders should rise, and you fall,
1030|There's nothing in it that I can't endure;
1030|But make fast before you, and take my hat off,
1030|And tell her to leave off quarrels with men.
1030|My friends and I, with this great army
1030|On a grand project to raise more money.
1030|In a month-and-a-half we'll have the trade over,
1030|And all the good that it shall do thee;
1030|But I fear that our Pope must in fine tell us
1030|That the time must come when our money's gone."
1030|Lord Aldeboran and his men were sent
1030|To the field of battle to find out
1030|How to raise their money to complete
1030|Their glorious work in building Holy Week;
1030|There they found all the tricks of money,
1030|Like many a knab's, who thinks they're all;
1030|He thinks his money is good, but I say,
1030|He thinks the knabs are all wrong in him.
1030|They thought, therefore, to raise a sum that
1030|Was good of any use to them, but nought
1030|To raise the Bishop of the town, a man
1030|Who made the Archbishop of Canterbury,
1030|For it was written before they went, -
1030|The Bishop should come first and all that.
1030|He is out of place in Holy Week,
1030|If in the streets and on the pave.
1030|Then he thought a thing, that is not rare,
1030|I know not how,
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1287|She saw the sun a-glinting,
1287|And the stars were shining!
1287|She saw the sky a-glowin',
1287|And the sea a-mochin'.
1287|She heard the music and singing,
1287|And the glad music,
1287|And her own beloved voice,
1287|That her bosom throbbed with,
1287|Through the joyous evening!
1287|She saw the lovely maiden,
1287|With her neck so supple,
1287|So she stretched so far away,
1287|And the man came nearer
1287|With his arm so loving,
1287|As she murmured softly,
1287|'Be comforted, my sister!'
1287|She heard the song-like rippling
1287|Of happy waters,
1287|As they lightly rippled
1287|As they murmured softly
1287|'Be comforted, my sister!'
1287|The sun-beam shines so brightly,
1287|As he brightens the waters,
1287|As he glows in the vale.
1287|It rose so suddenly,
1287|And a maiden sat sighing,
1287|On the hill-side, 'mid the meadows.
1287|"O, you must give in!" she said,
1287|A sorrowful sighing.
1287|"I will give in willingly,
1287|And I will lie with my sister
1287|In the cave, for I love her
1287|"To my heart's delight, this moment!
1287|Yes, I will lie with my sister
1287|While the waves are raging!
1287|"Her bosom with love glows,
1287|And her eyes with love glowed!
1287|And she smiled upon me the while--
1287|I'll give in willingly!"
1287|THE wild-wood is the richest,
1287|The greenest, the fairest,
1287|And the dearest of all is the maiden,
1287|And the flower of the woodland.
1287|If in the dewy moonbeams
1287|She sighs, her sighing
1287|Is the sweetest of singing
1287|From the bird and bird of night.
1287|And when all the day is over,
1287|And twilight is approaching.
1287|The sweetest of all is the singing
1287|From the bird and bird of night.
1287|She sleeps in the sunny glade,
1287|Her sleep is sweetest,
1287|And her wakefulness is greatest,
1287|While the sun is shining.
1287|The wildwood was the richest,
1287|The greenest, the fairest,
1287|And the dearest of all is the maiden,
1287|And the flower of the woodland.
1287|As she lay on her bed of leaves,
1287|She spoke aloud her thoughts of life,--
1287|That to her a sweet dream is best;
1287|And, as she spoke, upon her head
1287|Was the bright star that shone so bright.
1287|She felt as the day was near,
1287|She felt as the shade of night,
1287|And the sweet thought of life she said
1287|Bore a lovely daughter fair.
1287|She laid her head in her lap,
1287|And a tear at every turn,
1287|Stood like a tear that dripped
1287|From the bird's raven head.
1287|She gazed and gazed upon this
1287|With a sorrowful, half-amazement,
1287|She thought within her breast
1287|That she ne'er should see her sister
1287|Again evermore.
1287|With many a sigh was she sighing,
1287|For she knew that day was near,
1287|And that the sweetest of thoughts
1287|Is the tear of the sweetest bird.
1287|The bird she knew she loved best,
1287|The bird that loved the most,
1287|Her dearest sister was,--
1287|She wept with a happy grief.
1287|Oh! when she sees now the morning,
1287|With starlit skies ablaze,
1287|And a face which love first spied,--
1287|What a sweet day is
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2558|The little girl of the mountain,
2558|A bright, blue, and golden child!
2558|The little girl of the mountain,
2558|A sunny mountain child!
2558|The little child of the mountain,
2558|The maiden from the cloud.
2558|The little child of the mountain,
2558|The little, little maid!
2558|The little child of the mountain,
2558|The little, little maid!"
2558|The sky was far above, the mountains high,
2558|The clouds were gray and high,
2558|And the little boat and the oars and bows were near,
2558|There was never weather like the time
2558|When I heard the oars and saw the topsail's line.
2558|"Oars and bows! Oars and bows!"
2558|I called, and exclaimed,
2558|"My bows and oars are made of pure gold,
2558|Though I know not what they mean:
2558|I would fain go on board the same I am."
2558|"Go on board!" cried one, "for God and pride!
2558|And let the boat go light--not fast,
2558|But gentle--as the breeze will blow.
2558|For God and pride and speed--we will go on!"
2558|It was an old sail, and so high and high
2558|The sail of the little boat,
2558|She sailed upon a lake of crystal light,
2558|As clear and still as the water's breast;
2558|And the wind, that was swiftest, did the least harm,
2558|And the foam, like flakes of snow, the little maiden kissed.
2558|Thus, thus, and thus did the gayest sail run
2558|The lightest, and wind the fastest,
2558|To the shore of a blue-clad lake; while each
2558|The other's name did sing and say
2558|On the water far and near:
2558|"O me! how I wish!--O me! how I wish
2558|That I might the boat of a mermaid be!"
2558|And the boat was made for every kind,
2558|And some knew how, and some didn't:
2558|The pilot was a little brown-eyed walrus,
2558|And the crew a crew of wampum deer.
2558|But the fish they never came back,
2558|That little brown-eyed walrus;
2558|So that pilot and all the fish,
2558|And all the wampum deer,
2558|Were all sent back to whence they came,
2558|To be fed to gruesomeness.
2558|And thus in silence they ran on shore,
2558|To be fed to gruesomeness;
2558|While the sun did shine on the lake,
2558|And the sun shone bright on the boat,
2558|And where the waves did laugh,
2558|There sat the mermaid and sat the deer.
2558|She sat and sang: and they said,
2558|"O me! how we wish!--O me! how we wish
2558|That we mames could be mames, and we be boys!"
2558|It was noon, and through the twilight bright,
2558|The mariners sailed on.
2558|The waters rolled on high,
2558|Till midnight broke;
2558|And the pilot and all the marauders
2558|Fled, scared and scared.
2558|When the sun fell on the shore,
2558|As if in anger, he flew
2558|And burned the eyes of the walrus,
2558|And he turned his tail and he roared,
2558|And shook his tail and he roared,
2558|Till the wave broke above.
2558|His tail he laid upon the sand,
2558|And laughed and roared, they say,
2558|Till the shore looked blue, and the water ran
2558|In the sunset red.
2558|"Now," said the pilot, "fetch me a boat,
2558|I'll row us to shore."
2558|There was a skiff upon the lake,
2558|There was a bark upon the shore,
2558|All on a stormy night.
2558|"O where will you find a boat?"
2558|And
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8798|Thus she her words re-summ'd:  "When I of old
8798|Saw my second self coming, by my seat
8798|Serene, to me she seem'd to stand apart,
8798|Her eyes on me direct, and to my life
8798|This was the bond whereby I was enfranchised.
8798|From her I neither saw the girl, nor knew her,
8798|Till from the tree, that spread beneath us, grew
8798|A shoot; and, as it after watered grew,
8798|Dearer to me than is the sun was that ray.
8798|Admiring, I toward the height where God
8798|Rated us, turn'd me toward her: and, "Woman, now
8798|Description so sorely demands," said I,
8798|"That I for now may be satisfied, attend
8798|To what thou dost reveal."  She replied:
8798|"I was a virgin sister in the flesh,
8798|But womb of an Apostle: this I came
8798|To seek, if thou hadst heart and wish to hear
8798|How nymphs in other dances fared.  A nymph
8798|Such as to thee appears not, for she ran
8798|Full of herself, with feet and winding sheet
8798|Affection's mistress.  Thou well mayst marvel,
8798|If she to death had come.  That never cow
8798|Stayed beating was Minerva's accountant,
8798|When she discharg'd her stallion.  Such began
8798|Amorous pair, and then the later fry,
8798|Ere man arose.  But that which seems to me
8798|Of most consequence, concerning them all,
8798|Was their departing from the ordinary way,
8798|And from the spiritual.  They were apart
8798|And alone for ever.  This is Homer,
8798|And that which follows him; and if thou listen,
8798|In reading thou mayst well believe what I say.
8798|A similar delusion now o'ercasts my head,
8798|Even of the writers, who write of love
8798|In prose or in the human.  I beheld
8798|A virgin cavalier courteously invite
8798|To his abode a daughter beauteous, fair,
8798|But helpless, and of simple gest they be,
8798|As months or years may be extended.  With him
8798|Pass'd a tent of hospitable judges,
8798|Attending to the lawful marriage of
8798|Those kinsmen of their關[A] and of their weal,
8798|That for the king were chosen to perform
8798|His civility.  E'en as I beheld
8798|A host of people, who, with loud wails
8798|Resounded, going next the ship, his own,
8798|His country's, or the first of nations' courts,
8798|He prayed that all might there in silence stay,
8798|And in their turn be appeased.  In thee,
8798|O Father, I have dwelt with perfect joy;
8798|And great as is thy love, and profound,
8798|And steadfast as the steadfast showers are,
8798|Which, for their merit, yet seek no skies.
8798|Many people have believed, as I believe,
8798|That I, who made the heaven and earth, and all
8798|Things which I photograph, did sit still
8798|With silent hope of favour with the mighty
8798|That smote me from the chain whence I was fell.
8798|But love will bear us winged flight from both;
8798|And, howsoever fervent, does not lead
8798|To that celestial realm, where she, who sees
8798|The secret of everything, and knows
8798|By what passions moved me to that strait
8798|Upon which the fierce mountain Rays their spires
8798|Impress their palpitation, made the way
8798|For mortals to pass to their own loss.
8798|The honour that a faithful verse bestows
8798|Upon his author, truly hath decreed
8798|Of force and perfection: but the praise
8798|That waxeth still through him, unbounded, I
8798|Pass not unworthy of.  (And this is plain,
8798
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5185|To the forest trees he hastens,
5185|Throws himself down in despair;
5185|To the river, downward gliding,
5185|To the cataract's side ascends he,
5185|Bathes in the stream and water,
5185|Thus addressing Thoos-kin and brothers,
5185|Saying, these shall be their counsels;
5185|I shall make thy father's fields,
5185|Thy paternal hills, ascend with me;
5185|I shall plant and rear in peace
5185|This my son's dwelling-place,
5185|Build upon the ocean-billows,
5185|In the waters flow my waters,
5185|Falling from the thousand islands;
5185|Water freely in the eddies,
5185|Falling from the waterfalls of rivers,
5185|On the meadows of the mountains;
5185|Water in the springs of Sariola;
5185|And the spring, and waterfall,
5185|Falling from the castles of Suomi,
5185|Falling through the fen-lands downward,
5185|Falling in the fishing-waters;
5185|Falling to the falls of Pondewis,
5185|Falling on SNOW'S bosom cold-bay,
5185|Falling to the castles of Lahti,
5185|Falling to the islands forest-dwelling.
5185|In the falls of Kalevala,
5185|Gaily dances Lemminkainen,
5185|On the falls of Kalevala,
5185|Climbs in the sloping waters,
5185|Leaping upward leaps with joy;
5185|Then he wades in the river,
5185|On the blue-back of the billows,
5185|Dives in the waters of Suomi;
5185|There to swim unerringly
5185|In the shinin-stone of Manala.
5185|There he plunges as diver plunges,
5185|There he plunges as eniver,
5185|In the stone of Kalevala;
5185|Deep the grave and spacious enough,
5185|Well-filled with stones and water!
5185|Thus attempered, deep and wide,
5185|Thus secure against evaporation,
5185|From the fen the hero rises,
5185|Rising from the waters gray-lock;
5185|Floating 'mid the Lake's turbid waters,
5185|To the heights of Northland heights,
5185|To the castles of Wainola,
5185|To Wainola's halls and chambers,
5185|To the chambers of his mother.
5185|Where his beauteous mother lay,
5185|In the first of her delves,
5185|Seems he rising, rising still,
5185|From the slime and mud pooled there.
5185|Seeks he then her couch of joy,
5185|Seeking thus his cherished son,
5185|Seeking now his faithful hero,
5185|Carefully the cradle climbs,
5185|Ladders run among the waves,
5185|Rises o'er the troubled waters,
5185|To the rapine of the marshes.
5185|Seeks he now his beauteous mother,
5185|Seeking now his long-lost daughter,
5185|Thus he grasps the aged matron,
5185|Seeking now his Kaukomieli,
5185|Bounds he o'er the rolling billows,
5185|Thus he seems to float and move
5185|To the surface of the waters.
5185|Seeks he then his long-lost maiden,
5185|Still she screams, and moans, and sighs,
5185|Sees thy cradle in the waters,
5185|Feels thine anguish in the surf-waves.
5185|Seeks he now his long-lost mother,
5185|Still she shrieks, and moans, and sighs,
5185|Seeks the cradle in the waters,
5185|Goes to seek the sea-cave cave-maidens;
5185|Seeks she now the shore-stones,
5185|Drinks she holes and springs them likewise,
5185|In the deeps she speaks these words:
5185|"Whither, my darling, whither,
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1719|I shall never find you; but the night
1719|That brings you may find me again,
1719|If I shall have a moment's look,
1719|Across the bridge that crosses all
1719|The dark, and in the portcullis
1719|Look in my face and find no face,
1719|No eyes to read my soul,
1719|No lips of ice to warm and fold
1719|My burning heart.
1719|The moon looks from the roof;
1719|In their flat embracings the men
1719|Catch glimpses of light, but then
1719|Light is a strange and sweet thing.
1719|The white-winged hawk is in the city again--
1719|He comes in the night; we turn;
1719|His shadow on our windows burns,
1719|Fires blind by which we lie;
1719|And the night brings the sound and look
1719|He brings of the land of dreams.
1719|I go back to the place where I first found thee,
1719|I am young, I am old, old the same,
1719|I do not know how to feel.
1719|And we are alone and blind and wrong.
1719|And our hearts are weary, too weary;
1719|I am old in ways; but I am young
1719|And strong in my grief.
1719|And you shall be strong, perhaps, when time shall drive
1719|Your soul a-fleeing.  We have lived too long.
1719|In our eyes, and under our thoughts, and in our dreams,
1719|We shall stand, our spirits, but our ears and eyes,
1719|As men stand watchful till our eyes shall see
1719|The thing that we have prayed.
1719|We have lived too long.  The world is not our play,
1719|And not only the night is in its place,
1719|But always before we find our God.
1719|If there be a voice and a shape of sound
1719|In all the years that we have heard and seen,
1719|What a name and what a name have we made
1719|Of things that are dead and out of mind,
1719|We may make them live again and live again.
1719|What could life give to me to keep me born,
1719|To keep me going, and to keep me young?
1719|I say this of myself, that we were old,
1719|And yet young in spirit.
1719|We had not walked in death's place, but walked in youth,
1719|In light and heat, in song and dance.
1719|We had not walked in love, but walked in fear;
1719|In flesh no longer than a thing of fear,
1719|As one the end of the world.
1719|We are not strong to hear nor understand,
1719|But yet we walk as one among men;
1719|We know what is, what was, and what shall be,
1719|We know our life, our breath, and our death,
1719|Knowing our life, and not our death.
1719|Men talk of love, but what of love to us?
1719|All that we knew of love was lying there
1719|Under the shadow of the things not knowing.
1719|Men talk of peace, but what to us was peace?
1719|How could love live in the world of men,
1719|Where every day new words and new desires
1719|Might make the sun go down, and make men question
1719|And want and fear and sin?
1719|We have no hope, but we have work to do;
1719|The world speaks of hope, and knows not why,
1719|And our desire is of a sudden still
1719|And unawares.
1719|Men talk of a God, but what of a God?
1719|Before men spoke, and were not heard,
1719|Their hearts were kindled; their bright eyes shone;
1719|And it was well with many a soul
1719|That called upon Him.
1719|His name, that is full faint and strange,
1719|Hath meaning and that may sound divine
1719|To hearts without a name to know,
1719|Though many a name it bears.
1719|For many a name is fair to-day
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1568|With all its longs and sighs.
1568|So, when the old men wailed,
1568|I went and left them
1568|To walk by meadows in the twilight
1568|By the great church-yard wall:
1568|Or, in the dim old church-yard,
1568|Stand, with ivy clustering,
1568|Where the black ivy-tassels
1568|Hide the faces of the women in the church-yard wall.
1568|Till the autumn came with its rains and mist,
1568|And the sun, through his little silver-weed
1568|Bubbling, like a poisoned cup,
1568|Came down on the village garden-bed
1568|And washed the garden and the old farm-trees
1568|And swept them white, like a thing that lieth dead
1568|Upon the street.
1568|And the old men who said good-bye
1568|Saw the grey walls, and the black church-spire,
1568|And the white hands of the sleeping dead
1568|Lying across that dark and dusty floor;
1568|And when the days were darkest,
1568|At times, on the windows' creaking blinds,
1568|The little church-fire's flicker of yellow light
1568|Struck out upon the cold grey sky.
1568|But I went to the lonely place of burial -
1568|This is the place of burial,
1568|Here is the grave of little Hilda
1568|And here is the bed of her who died;
1568|Here is the coffin, wrapped in white fluff,
1568|And this is the prayer her mother said:
1568|O who would keep his peace
1568|By the little grave that the brown flowers keep
1568|In your sweet chestnut boughs,
1568|Or by the pall you leave so grand in the wall?
1568|O who would be his keeper
1568|When the harvest moon's a-scan,
1568|Or the autumn sky a-drift
1568|Along the glistening grain,
1568|And the little churchyard grass is still
1568|With the dead dead little ones whom you bury here?
1568|O who would be his keeper
1568|When the children are at play,
1568|When the summer moon's a-slanting
1568|Along the glistening grain,
1568|And you hear the laughter of good little boys,
1568|And the voices sweet of summer
1568|As they pass the old wood-gate,
1568|And a-nodding up and down.
1568|O who would be his keeper
1568|When the wind is in the hedging
1568|And the wild flowers kiss the corn-grains,
1568|And the birds come singing,
1568|With their glee and their song,
1568|To gather the golden moisture of song,
1568|And the children, their rosy faces,
1568|Follow them at the hedgerow till the cows
1568|Are safe in the pasture,
1568|And the moon is down and the rain is done;
1568|And the rain-drops dance
1568|In the wind-scented leaves of the maple trees
1568|And the children laugh,
1568|And the old grasses, wet from the rain,
1568|And the little pigs' bouncy hinds,
1568|And the cows when the pasture is full and the sheep
1568|Follow them on the ridges till all shall be
1568|They smile in their play
1568|Till the leaves dance in the little garden-grass
1568|And the sun in the little fields and the corn
1568|Keep the old joy in their play,
1568|And the tears in their eyes
1568|Stay with them as their joy in hours like these,
1568|And the children smile in their play,
1568|And their hands are full of the seeds of song
1568|That germinate songs as they smile,
1568|And the old grass in the garden grows green
1568|And fresh with the seedlings of song.
1568|They smile
1568|And the leaves dance in the garden in the moon and the sun
1568|And the little voices of children,
1568|And laughing and singing,
1568|And the
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2381|With a little bit of him.
2381|'Tis but a little thing
2381|I cannot see your face, Mrs. Prudence,--
2381|It's the little that I can see.
2381|It's only the little that
2381|Cannot be pleased with;
2381|I know there was an oak-tree in the wood,
2381|And I think it's not the same oak-tree you see
2381|And the moon from the moon.
2381|'Tis only the little that
2381|Was not made to please;
2381|For though you say you know what I mean--
2381|What d'you mean when you talk of such things?
2381|For the moon in the moon is the little that was made
2381|To be used for sun,
2381|And he said the wood was an oak tree.
2381|Oh, Mr. Little-foot, what is't you do?
2381|Oh, what is't you do to make the world so green?
2381|Oh, what is't you do that makes it so sweet?
2381|But why, when you are going to paint a tree?
2381|Where can you get a bit so soft and sweet?
2381|And how do you paint a branch that's so white?
2381|And if you were such as to paint a rose
2381|You wouldn't care about the leaves at all.
2381|So why don't you paint a tree?
2381|You've painted trees once, but you've never seen one.
2381|So then it's nothing new?
2381|And where in the world has anyone been?
2381|But I've been just where she lived and was good.
2381|Mr. Little-foot, you do not guess?
2381|Or is it only the oak tree?
2381|Or is it only the moon?
2381|Well, then, let me paint--
2381|Where we met, a hundred years ago--
2381|A lady and child.
2381|And it's you
2381|That I mean.
2381|'Tis only you
2381|Those places that were blue with the moon,
2381|And the sun, and the stars' soft light.
2381|So when I go round a yard or so,
2381|And pick a lock, or a peep once more,
2381|And the same old room is the place
2381|I left, to remind me, again--
2381|Oh, do you think
2381|I ever shall complain,
2381|Or make my heart full of trouble again,
2381|That I can't give you back the trees.
2381|The moon is so bright,
2381|You are so fair,
2381|We cannot stay
2381|Long without play;
2381|The lark in the sky,
2381|I love you better,
2381|I shall try to say,
2381|And will try still,
2381|As the lark goes
2381|Over the gate.
2381|To go with the stars,
2381|To watch them soar,
2381|To look and to shine,
2381|To make a starry dream,
2381|To kiss the sky!
2381|The nightingale sings so low,
2381|She stops the world in its play:
2381|Ah, there is a part of her
2381|I love so much!
2381|The nightingale sings in the field,
2381|And a bee goes in to pollinate the stems:
2381|I am in love, and the flowers
2381|I shall find,
2381|Of the world they say my taste is coarse,
2381|But the bee's taste is heaven-high!
2381|Ah, what is it to be sweet?
2381|It is to sit all day
2381|And hear the nightingale,
2381|That sings the song of youth's golden prime
2381|And the dreams of manhood.
2382|"It is the time to stop a little for a smoke,
2382|In the dark village of Shrewsbury.
2382|A sprig of yellow holly I find,
2382|And a little old hearth to warm you a bit,
2382|And the smoke and the candlelight how they
2382|
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24644|And then he said, "That is so-so;
24644|Then we will all go home together;
24644|Yes, I can say that to you."
24644|Old Mother Goose, she built a house,
24644|Not knowing where to put it,
24644|And thereupon she built a bench,
24644|Not sure if that was good.
24644|She sat upon it, with her broom,
24644|And plowed the whole land round;
24644|But she found that it was not good,
24644|So she sat down upon it.
24644|Sir Ralph stayed at home, playing at cards,
24644|Calling all his friends away;
24644|But his parents would not arm them with arms
24644|Or bring them riding to the town.
24644|And Sir R--r soon as he heard it,
24644|Came in, and asked what was the matter.
24644|When Sir R--r said that he had been
24644|Forc'd away from school, and play'd all day:
24644|Sir R--r's parents were both saddled with him,
24644|So it pleased them to call him boy.
24644|Away went poor Old Mother Goose, with all her quill,
24644|And beat up Sir R--r, with a thorn;
24644|At which little Old Mother Goose began to grin,
24644|As she saw her own son look dejected.
24644|He play'd till twelve, when he came to the door
24644|With a basket on his arm, and a basket in his mouth;
24644|He peep'd through the shutter, and out stepped the Toad,
24644|For he was a very good cook.
24644|"Good sir, why come you out to rob us, sir?"
24644|"So do we, and no one is we."
24644|"Go to your mother, and tell her to come to;
24644|Good sir, we are a great train, and will keep them in,
24644|If she will drive a mile behind us."
24644|One, two, and three,
24644|Pour out of the bell and out of the bottle,
24644|They brim and they spout,
24644|And all the people come.
24644|One, two, three,
24644|Four, five, six, seven,
24644|Eight, nine, ten, eleven,
24644|Twelve, twelve, thirteen,
24644|"We never knew whether we'd get home safe,
24644|Or whether we wouldn't get home at all."
24644|Two small mice sat on a chair,
24644|One was in the corner,
24644|Two were in the chair together,
24644|Three were in the corner singly.
24644|"Two little mice sat on chairs,
24644|One in the back, and two in the front."]
24644|"Whip-poor-will's mine!" the mite in the corner murmured,
24644|"I can be a great lion man,
24644|I can jump up to the towers of Belfast
24644|And look down on Belfast town."
24644|"Oh, who will care, when the cat and the fiddle
24644|Have gone out to pasture?"
24644|The cow was going to the milking,
24644|The ox was going to the milking;
24644|And now the cats and the dogs have gone out to pasture,
24644|And the mice are all gone to pasture.
24644|"Who will take care when the cat and the fiddle
24644|Go to bed to sleep?"
24644|The rats and the cock, in a barn were talking,
24644|The pigs and the shepherds were standing by;
24644|"Who will nurse the little children when they're born?"
24644|"Who will go to the moor when the morn is alone?"
24644|"Who will go to the graveyard when the dead come by?"
24644|"Who will go to the graveyard when the dead come by?"
24644|It came to a pretty bed--
24644|A pretty bed had I;
24644|The pretty mother did lie down;
24644|In a pretty bed were we.
24644|The pretty father lay on his back,
24644|Mary on his knees beside him kneeled,
24644|And kissed the
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15370|The best of all the sweets
15370|That come to folks who come--
15370|That come when the time is o'erturned
15370|To some old friend of ours,
15370|When our love is a thing for tears,
15370|Our dear ones out of sight.
15370|The best of all the sweets--well,
15370|I'm not sure you'd know it yet--
15370|Is the taste of that old home
15370|When the friends I love are nigh.
15370|It's like a cherry--
15370|Like a cherry,
15370|I shall write at some point, dear--
15370|I'd like for things I love;
15370|But I'd like them now, not ha'f o' them;
15370|So, a cherry,
15370|And a cherry,
15370|But I'd like to be a cherry.
15370|Of course, there's nothing better
15370|Than cherries, dear.
15370|(By the way, I love cherry-ripe,
15370|And I have a secret with that cherry.
15370|I'm not a very big lover of this flower.
15370|But I think it's the very very flower to me for which this one
15370|caterpillar, and the shrimp with white legs and antenna, and the
15370|scorpion with dark eyes and black, and the beetles with dark
15370|colours, and the beetle we call the "dumb bugs," with their
15370|black mouths and bodies like their mother's, and the tiny 
spiders
15370|with their tiniest fingers."
15370|But the best of all the sweets
15370|That come in a sweet friend's room
15370|Is his cherry-hole.
15370|When the friends I love are nigh,
15370|And the dear ones out of sight,
15370|It's sweetest--sweetest, dear--
15370|When the merry, friendly friends
15370|That I love are nigh.
15370|"He who is happy oft is glad,"
15370|So the old poets write:
15370|But are they right or wrong,
15370|We are far from happy when we're sad:
15370|Let's see, dear friend,
15370|Why I like this lark, and whom I love,
15370|This happy little Lark.
15370|We have all been glad, I hope,
15370|When our hopes and our fears took wing,
15370|And the earth was happy there,
15370|But when do you think the sky is glad?
15370|Do the clouds and the moon and the stars,
15370|If you look hard on their faces, smile?
15370|Is there joy in the sea and the land,
15370|If you ask it to tell you the truth?
15370|Do we ever?
15370|I see him on the water
15370|With his white sail all a-quiver,
15370|With the happy little lark
15370|At his elbow, and his nose
15370|All a-freckled with a golden curl,
15370|He loves to tell to the children here
15370|Whether it's snow or whether it's rain;
15370|He licks off the children's thumbs,
15370|He laughs at their faces, he makes them laugh,
15370|And he sits like an infant on their toes,
15370|And looks after them at their backs.
15370|The little Lark has a golden curl,
15370|With a fritch-comb of a voice,
15370|And a little bald head, and a nose
15370|Like an infant's crowning sinew
15370|He sings to the children, and when he sings,
15370|'Tis the children's music the while.
15370|The little lark so sweetly flutes,
15370|And claps his wings up high,
15370|I could hold my wings high for you,
15370|You dear little Lark, and kiss your tail--
15370|Oh, the little Lark will always sing.
15370|I should really have to stop the song
15370|To tick the time so closely,
15370|I have such a tender way of singing,
15370|Such a dear, pensive note;
15370|I wonder why the children sing,

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5184|With the sword of Tuoni,
5184|With the deadly weapon of Tuoni,
5184|With the point of the sharpened sword-blade,
5184|With the blade of the God of Death!"
5184|Spake the evil Lemminkainen,
5184|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,
5184|These the words the hero uttered:
5184|"Do not give me this thy answer,
5184|Do not yield to my threats ungrateful,
5184|Useless to me thy threatings,
5184|Useless to me thy threats as evil,
5184|Useless to me thy evil counsel;
5184|Thou hast fooled my hero-mindsom
5184|With thy magic to transgress me.
5184|Thou shalt harm me in no wise extent me
5184|With this sword of Tuouyaya!
5184|To the NetherRuins thou shalt drag me,
5184|Pierce me to the marrow with the handle,
5184|With the sharpened sword of Tuoni!"
5184|Spake the evil Lemminkainen,
5184|These the words the hero uttered
5184|From the court of Tuonela:
5184|"Lemminkainen, my dearest brother,
5184|Thou my strongest man in battle,
5184|Do not trouble me with threats,
5184|Do not trouble me with insults,
5184|Wound me with the sharpened weapon,
5184|With the edge of Lempo's god-sword,
5184|With the pointed blade of Tuoni!'
5184|"Kaukomieli, evil wizard,
5184|Ruin at heart, thy servant,
5184|Wizard slain in selfish rage,
5184|Charming unsuspecting children,
5184|Barter for gold his victims,
5184|Seeking for his happy future
5184|In the dismal Sariola.
5184|"Ilmarinen's mother answers:
5184|"Do not think that I accept you,
5184|Think that death awaits thee soon-
5184|From this sword of Tuoni,
5184|From the sharpened sword of Tuoni!"
5184|Thereupon the awful hero,
5184|Quick retire to Tuonela,
5184|Conjured there in fatal combat;
5184|There engaged the injured hero,
5184|Tried to kill the evil Lemminkainen,
5184|Beating him with the broadsword,
5184|Thrusting in his body thong-making;
5184|Tried to kill the hero-warrior
5184|With the magic net obtained
5184|From the blacksmith, Ilmarinen.
5184|This young man rose from Lempo's river,
5184|Stood upon a rock in ocean,
5184|Near the falls of rapid Melie,
5184|Carefully poised his broadsword,
5184|Carefully poised his magic sword-blade,
5184|Carefully, and well, was Lemminkainen,
5184|Holds his breath, but cannot fight;
5184|Thus in hopeless trouble answers,
5184|Thus addresses the young magician,
5184|The enchanted hero, Lemminkainen:
5184|"Unhappy son of Goblin-land,
5184|Rising from the sea of magic,
5184|Now again I meet thee, hero,
5184|Cometh from Tuoni's watery kingdom
5184|To complain of thine inactivity.
5184|Wanting again these nets of copper,
5184|Wanting again these eagle-wings,
5184|I have fashioned of a fibres,
5184|I have fashioned of a shaft-beam,
5184|Wilt thou let us fight once more, hero,
5184|Wilt thou accept this valiant challenge?"
5184|Thus the hero, Lemminkainen,
5184|Thus the handsome Kaukomieli,
5184|Thus the boatman of Wainola,
5184|Spake these words to angry Lemminkainen:
5184|"Rising guest, expect the bowl-rer
5184|Wherefore didst send me to the tournament,
5184|To be there enshrined as an Under-captain,
5184|On the broad back of the storm-wind roaring?"
5184|Lemminkainen's answer
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1279|Than you would think.
1279|"I'd not be 'bove the King's'!
1279|'Twas for one that I took anither art;
1279|I hae nae friends o Christabel,' she said,
1279|'The flower was a thorn wi' me;
1279|And now a thorn it is o my sweetheart,
1279|Wha now shall cheer her, dearie?
1279|"I hae na friends o Christabel,
1279|She's grown quite mony a frustre.
1279|For mony a day she's gane frae me,
1279|And mony ane she's seen but me;
1279|And now she's seen but me, my dearie,
1279|And now she's gane frae me."
1279|"I think, Sarah, wha likes it here."
1279|"I think, Sarah, wha likes it there?
1279|We shall take his right, that's clear;
1279|The King's a guid sir," she said,
1279|"For he dangles by Christabel,
1279|That's clear."
1279|"I'll hae a ca', aye kebbuck,
1279|Tho' my ha%e he wad hae mysel."
1279|"I'll get a pair o' kittle breeks;
1279|There's no place like auld Scotland,
1279|For ae Scots braes by auld Scotland,
1279|Though I were ne'er o' them."
1279|Thro' the hills of Cathra's hills,
1279|To the plain of Erin's plains,
1279|She willed a kittle boar,
1279|And up the heather-brae,
1279|By the ca' of a bonnie lassie,
1279|"O where will I find her?"
1279|"In yon lane and through the glen,"
1279|Quoth he, "and a bonnie lassie,
1279|That ye led on the mair."
1279|O wad ye come awa sae dearest,
1279|To wisse ye awa frae a lassie,
1279|I've a heart that canna fail,
1279|If ye'll come and be my dearie;
1279|But there's the lane and through the glen,
1279|An' where will a bonnie lassie be;
1279|There the lane and through the glen,
1279|An' where will a bonnie lassie be?
1279|Chorus--O come awa, come awa, &c.
1279|O come awa, come awa, &c.
1279|O come awa, come awa, &c.
1279|And see my couthie, &c.
1279|Come, draw a rune, &c.
1279|O come awa, come awa, &c.
1279|An' see my lassie, &c.
1279|As ye come via, &c.
1279|O come awa, come awa, &c.
1279|O come agger, &c.
1279|Come on, my heart; the woods are growing,
1279|O'er yon hills hae waters flowing;
1279|But the rose is bonnie,--there's no denying it;
1279|Let us go on a-wning.
1279|Come, come, come, come on a-wening,
1279|For the spring will ne'er come misfire.
1279|The birds are on the wing,--we'll be nurst;
1279|But a-sail on the stream wintry,--
1279|For the brook is growling,--'s the thing for ever:
1279|Let us go on a-wening.
1279|O come awa, dear, come awa, &c.
1279|O come awa, dear, come awa;
1279|O come, I'll be your faithful lover;
1279|But fear nought--I'll come back in another.
1279|I ken your days are flowin' young,
1279|Ye flourer, flutterin' young;
1279|But still I'm growin' pale,--the more that I think
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3295|The words and look of some stern lover,
3295|And then, 'The old love'--what a laugh!
3295|How the long nights went by
3295|On these eyes.  What a soundless sigh!
3295|What the quaver of those strings
3295|In this feverous feverous throat!
3295|"Well, if he's so good-hearted,
3295|If he loves me, it cannot hurt.
3295|But if not tender, if not true,
3295|I have other suers who can hurt,
3295|Who can work my will, though I say 'no.'
3295|I have many enemies."
3295|"Why, you are a fool!" the lover cried,
3295|As he rose and groped for her.  "I thank
3295|The Lord that I am not so much in love!"
3295|And as he came, he stopped, and peered
3295|A moment where she sat, and smiled, and bent
3295|An eager question at him--his face
3295|With its wild light reflected, and his hand
3295|His mouth in, half kissing,--while his cheek
3295|Was a thin veil between them:  "What art thou looking at?
3295|Or looking for thee?  What, O lover, wherefore draw thy eyes?
3295|Nay, smile, my mistress, smile!  I would not look upon thee
3295|For aught thou sayest; if in the world I ever hid thee.
3295|Look on me calmly--do not blink!  I have a heart's delight,
3295|"I have a secret joy, I have a lovelier joy,
3295|A sweeter pleasure, far, far sweeter than the rest,
3295|A blissful feeling--so tell me, is it for thee?
3295|Ah, that's the secret delight of all my heart.
3295|Is it for thee as well, dear?  But no.  I love thee not.
3295|"I am jealous!  I am jealous; I should be
3295|More true by far of what the maiden holds most dear.
3295|And now the truth, my good self, is this--and 'twould be
3295|Perchance a lie if the maiden did not hold it dear.
3295|I have a secret joy!  What secret joy, pray who knows
3295|What secret joy my good self so thinks o'er?"
3295|She turned her dark eyes to the sky,
3295|And in that look one thought took wing,
3295|"I know not anything of secret joy,"
3295|The dark girl breathed--"nor would I know it now.
3295|The secret joy of his heart, the secret joy of his life,
3295|He loves not any that he meets, nor any that grieves;
3295|He fears no wiles; he loves not fame, nor yet false praise,
3295|Nor cares for silver lips or silver blushes' scorn.
3295|"He wears a secret joy on every limb,
3295|A light upon his path, a glory in his eyes
3295|And in the eyes of all that sees him; for he hath seen
3295|Seamen and sailors come and sailed and came
3295|With shipmen in the lonely, darkling way,
3295|And never has he looked, save upon his lord,
3295|Where the light of Paradise shone out to all.
3295|"He loves not any that he meets--save one
3295|Who loved him, if to-night:  a strange woman true.
3295|He loves as in a secret trance, and still they say
3295|He loves as well as he!  And this same night,
3295|He comes to the tower door, and stands there still
3295|To kiss it, and go in, and enter in!"
3295|--A look of deep-sea wonder on her face,
3295|And from her trembling lips the utterance came
3295|Of a far-off song--and from the music fell
3295|Like a soft voice of love, and filled the room
3295|With such sweet sounds, that from their very birth,
3295|Each was in other unto all sweet sounds true.
3295|It fell, though she did not heed it, on love's high way,
3295|And her face turned toward
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4010|To watch the dusky moon
4010|Still drop a silvery gleam
4010|O'er the black, mountain headlands.
4010|When the winter storms had ceased,
4010|And chill airs swept the field;
4010|But when the autumn day
4010|Had waned into the morn,
4010|And a gray mist rolled down the stream,
4010|And drowsy cocks were cawed,
4010|His hounds and huntsmen set,
4010|The hunting of a peasant.
4010|Their hares in forest ranks crouch'd;
4010|And, when near these uplands wild,
4010|Low in the deep-wood's gloom,
4010|Where the first lark's warbled high,
4010|The master's stag went lair:
4010|The woods resounded with his bound;
4010|And the loud clang of steel
4010|Was echoed through the deep-meadow'd dale,
4010|And reedy grass-grown bracks of Mungirlio.
4010|While thus his blood was chilled
4010|As his last words he breathed to me,
4010|The hunter left his hounds;
4010|And forward, with a fierce stride,
4010|A stag drove out before them.
4010|The master sought him for a spear,
4010|But soon in vain:
4010|He fell behind the thicket,
4010|Nor stirr'd to rise again;
4010|With blood and brain aforwound:
4010|And his hounds, that held him, beat him,
4010|As on he lay a forlorn heap,
4010|While the wild stag ran mad -
4010|Stamp, trampling foot, and rout, and charge,
4010|And the woods resounded to his blood:
4010|For many a ridge, and many a tree
4010|The hounds had rack'd and goreed:
4010|And many a tree had been felled,
4010|When, in his passion of life,
4010|The master cried, in grief represt,
4010|"Ah me! what hoofs! what horns!"
4010|At length they came, through brake and brier,
4010|To the wide-reached boughs between;
4010|And there, upon the dingle's edge,
4010|From the high tree-top, down, they leapt;
4010|And there beneath the roof-tree's spray,
4010|They bore their ensample far and wide
4010|Over the meadow, field, and plough,
4010|Till all were left in dolorous mood,
4010|And the hounds were still and hollower.
4010|Then they drove onward as the need.
4010|And hark, how, with a whirlwind blow,
4010|The master, with a shout, proclaims
4010|His hounds to loose at will
4010|At once upon the hunting-horn,
4010|Or any other bough of sway,
4010|Or tree, or tower.
4010|Then turn they, still pursuing,
4010|Into the forest's heart,
4010|While the stag comes back, with shouts,
4010|And claps his rugged neck, and cries,
4010|Or, reeling back, they drag him
4010|With all the force they have.
4010|And he comes back in vain,
4010|For, though the hounds him drag,
4010|He has nothing in his horn.
4010|"O God!" cried John, "what hounds!
4010|Why, why, he never hurt me;
4010|A thing of little worth.
4010|O! may I never see
4010|My father's hut again,
4010|For aught I ask him, wretch!
4010|Save as I sought him here
4010|To do him wrong to drive
4010|His steeds from the country green,
4010|To wend a prey to wrong,
4010|And curse the bullock's heart,
4010|And curse their hoarser race,
4010|Who spurn the little game,
4010|And leave the lion's meat!"
4010|He spake and turn'd him round
4010|To pray or curse the hound,
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8197|From its own fire-swiftness, till the eyes
8197|Are tired and weary; and there's much to say
8197|That may not be said, or that will not be said.
8197|You call me 'crapulous,' yet that was not
8197|The sentiment I ever had about you.
8197|But just as I am; and the thoughts that flit
8197|On your mind, or come to me--I don't know
8197|The name or mean them--take form or substance,
8197|They are not mine to give. They all are mine:
8197|I help to form their substance, nor define
8197|The thoughts that come to me from their source.
8197|Some, at least: for the world is full of them,
8197|And I too are fancies fair--or kind;
8197|And some of you have the soul of birds,
8197|Or the souls of insects in your brain,
8197|Which glided from your memory, or else
8197|The spirit and will of somebody else.
8197|What matter?--I know the rest and all
8197|So well that, since you wrote to me of all,
8197|I have been able to gather all
8197|In one clear, crisp, shining, glowing letter.
8197|And when I find one of your thoughts, let it
8197|Be the same thought you saw in me the first.
8197|That is as true.  I am sure you will say
8197|If not true, 'just plain untrue.'  What's that?
8197|I cannot go to see the play yet.
8197|The theatre this week is in session
8197|To-night, and though the lights are low and shy,
8197|Ladies and gentlemen, I must say
8197|I do not choose to go on the benches.
8197|I must finish the play and send it out.
8197|'T is all the same to me though I have not
8197|One word of all the people who shall see it;
8197|And I shall go, if absent, as the sun
8197|Sets early the lamps and doors, to be
8197|Still beside her, in her presence, and in
8197|Her company, and watch her walk and smile.
8197|One must be a fool, one knows it all,
8197|One says the words the least and feels the most,
8197|One can't let love go, which will never be.
8197|I have known what is, for many a day,
8197|And come what may, to keep my heart from breaking,
8197|But now, for heaven's sake, don't let love go,
8197|Or else the world will seem as wrong to me
8197|As wrong the sun-set to one who will never
8197|Be by it, as it is to you--which is why
8197|I must not go till evening comes around.
8197|But now, and as I write to you, my hand
8197|Is laid across my heart, and with a cry
8197|I raise it from its piteous sleep
8197|In the deep silence.  'Twas the last time
8197|I breathed alone.  Then, a night of shadows,
8197|A night of whispering winds and falling stars,
8197|I dared to stay with my poor lover, I,
8197|Who kept awake alone and watched and hoped
8197|He'd come to win one word from me.
8197|Then suddenly the night was overpast
8197|And with it--he!  I was alone again!
8197|I have lived to-night a night with you, dear.
8197|I'll dream it through again, to-night.
8197|I will be in love with nothing less
8197|Than you, with all your wide-eyed, pleading eyes,
8197|Your warm, tender touch, your perfect lips.
8197|And I shall kneel beside you and watch
8197|Your fingers play about my clasped things,
8197|Till it seems I myself have one, and then
8197|I'll cease to see the world, and--oh, no,
8197|That pain will never give me utterance
8197|Though you should die, my darling, before
8197|My heart.  I know how the great world grows
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42052|With the long, slow, lonely nights and the dull,
42052|Winding, melancholy miles to and fro,
42052|And the wind that comes at dawn to lament
42052|To the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro,
42052|And, sighing, sighs again, and the world's long way, long,
42052|The wind that comes at dawn to lament, long,
42052|To the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro.
42052|So the great, white moon came to them, and she sat
42052|Far down upon the hill behind the pine,
42052|With the blue sky behind her, while she prayed
42052|To the great, white moon--to the moon of light.
42052|Her pale blue wings the gentle moonlight stirred,
42052|A mist of silver fell upon her breast.
42052|She seemed a moon without a heartbeat,
42052|An image of the moon, without a name,
42052|That the wind may weep upon the far west,
42052|And the rain fall in the far-winding rain,
42052|When the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro,
42052|The wind that comes at dawn to lament, long,
42052|To the long-wandered town, long lonely miles to and fro,
42052|Hath made his moan amid the dead of night
42052|And the drear house-door shut,
42052|For many lonely nights,
42052|And for many days and nights,
42052|Over the grave of him,
42052|On the wind-beat path, and the hill, and the moor.
42052|Oh sweet-scented hay,
42052|And sweet-scented hay,
42052|With the sweet wind in the early fall,
42052|And the sweet moon's silver light,
42052|And over the town, and the hill,
42052|And over the hill,
42052|In the foggy days,
42052|With a song behind me,
42052|A song in the dark,
42052|And the sound of the wind in my ears at night.
42052|The wind comes and goes,
42052|Blow the bright wheaten fields
42052|And the yellow and heaped-up husks
42052|And the white, white grain
42052|And the rustling corn.
42052|The wind comes and goes,
42052|Blow the red field and the harrow,
42052|Blow the wheat and the barley too
42052|In the corn's red-tangled ears
42052|And in the barley's brown
42052|And the purple and golden grains,
42052|And the golden spongy tops.
42052|The wind comes and goes,
42052|Blow the red fields and the fields of flour,
42052|Blow the rice, the rice-field, well-sown,
42052|With the purple and bright
42052|And the red-golden husks,
42052|And the wheat, and the grain,
42052|As I go to the house and wander.
42052|The wind comes and goes,
42052|Blow the fields with the grain;
42052|Blow the red fields;
42052|Blow, the wind to my ears.
42052|But the grey rain falls
42052|And I sit in the cold,
42052|And the clouds with the rain are joined.
42052|Ah, and in the grey rain
42052|The wind in my ears:
42052|But the wind in my ears
42052|Is a long, long way to me.
42052|The wind comes and goes, blowing and sighing,
42052|While the night's grey wings are drenched and wet,
42052|Over the fields and the wheat-field and the husk.
42052|I go, and the wind comes with me,
42052|Over the hills and over the sea,
42052|And the fields grow white, and the husks are brown;
42052|Then the wheat and barley and corn lie low,
42052|And the long, long days fly in rain.
42052|The wind comes and goes, and the grey rain comes down
42052|On the fields and the hills and the sea;
42052|And the rain lies thick between
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1279|'Twere long to tell what things they were,
1279|And what their fame throughout the land.
1279|Their wives, the darling wives o' they,
1279|Whose beauties ne'er might be confess'd;
1279|Who, when the maidens o' Miss Darcy came,
1279|Gave out like bargimm'--"She's my ain."
1279|And scarce their voices heard when heard,
1279|Unless it was when he was a bachelor,
1279|O' Christabel! they could scarce but hear him.
1279|But, e'en when he sobb'd in his despair,
1279|And tell'd o' the woes that his bosom required,
1279|Their kind replies were ne'er so kind as his;
1279|But all at once, in cold blood they took him;
1279|Then dragg'd him away, as if he had transmitted.
1279|So, all in the name o' love and relief,
1279|She bore him far, she could not save him.
1279|And, what was sadder, his poor stepdame,
1279|That very night she should be left desolate;
1279|For mammy death sat by, and heard him wring.
1279|And when she came to conceal her sorrow,
1279|The night she'd been warned, and her stepdame gaed,
1279|She, too, was warned, and came to inform her;
1279|"He's dead," said she, "and it's a pity,
1279|It's sad to think of poor Mary Moor;
1279|But it's Mary's fate to fall, I know;
1279|For it's her loss, not his, that she's bereft.
1279|And, to think how Mary's life was bent,
1279|She has been harshly wrong'd and wrong'd thus."
1279|The widows left him grieving for three days;
1279|With vain complaints and angry threats he raged;
1279|Then, by a sudden tempest o'erwhelm'd,
1279|From the front of the world he sigh'd and died.
1279|As I said at the beginning o' this song,
1279|When I first saw you, I was far from understanding you--
1279|The cause of this my wandering was from my folly;
1279|But now that I'm aware o' what you're about--
1279|It's really too bad, I'm really become afraid,
1279|For people, I mean, as my folly and danger might,
1279|For fear o' the devil, I'm willing to give you instruction:
1279|If you'll excuse me, Miss, I'm a bachelor,
1279|But I'll be your b--h--re, your jolly b--ch, my bonnie mauve;
1279|And I'll kiss you, if I'm understood,
1279|If you'll excuse me--miss, I'm your b--ch, your bonnie, bonnie 
b--'.
1279|For shame, Miss, dear, let me have a fardell if I can get any,
1279|I'm sure you'll understand me, as I speak to you,
1279|On receiving it--Miss, for fear o' seeming rude--
1279|From him whom I once knew so very dear,
1279|Your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch, your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch.
1279|I'm sure, dear, you will excuse me for this,
1279|But--for what?--I cannot tell, indeed,
1279|If you'll excuse me--miss, for I really can't,
1279|For all our conversation 's too singular,
1279|For fear o' offending, or danger, you see,
1279|My lady, my sweet, my dear, my dearest,
1279|Is by some strange chance or circumstance,
1279|With her good husband to-day--miss, dear, for me--to-morrow:
1279|If you'd excuse, dear, that I'm at your side,
1279|And I cannot say how things may be,
1279|For I really can't, for I really can't,
1279|For fear o' some danger or no danger,
1279|Dear Lady, I'm your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch, my bonnie,
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2863|To-morrow.  She's there.  She is.
2863|It is not long
2863|Until we lose the light of her.
2863|We can remember how the sky
2863|Was blue and blue.
2863|Then one is left.
2863|We may remember how the road
2863|Was dark and dark.
2863|The moon is blue and the sun shines
2863|In a blue heaven;
2863|He who drives the wind on to-night
2863|Looks at us in the headlights.
2863|The sun drops in, and we see
2863|His shadow rise;
2863|Where will it be my girl-friend
2863|When the road is blue and the moon rolls over?
2863|The road is blue and the road is blue
2863|And the sky drops in,
2863|And we see the sky on the wind
2863|Rolling past the house
2863|And down our street,
2863|And the moon, rolling, rolling,
2863|Rolling overhead.
2863|"How beautiful the sun hangs now!"
2863|You say.  I know you do not like it:
2863|The sun swings back, and I am alone
2863|Who like the way.
2863|How should I love you if I do not
2863|Obey you, who love me so?
2863|I never told you.  Oh, the road
2863|Was not so long
2863|I should have told you.  I can walk
2863|With your hand in mine
2863|Down the stairs.  How should I try?
2863|I never told you.
2863|How should I love you, if I did not
2863|Obey you, who love me so?
2863|I never said--you know you told
2863|Me the whole story, and how I
2863|Must forgive the whole
2863|You are not here.  Oh, I must think!
2863|I shall call you often, and my eyes
2863|Must see
2863|Your eyes.  I love you, and there is
2863|No one else to tell.
2863|You are far away.  You would lie
2863|If I tried, and it were not for you.