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Prelude |
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There
is a wise Magician |
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The
day is lost without thee |
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Thou
art the sense and semblance |
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Thou
art the pride and passion |
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In the
door of the house of life |
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Love,
by that loosened hair |
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Once
more in every tree-top |
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Under
the greening willow |
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Dear,
what hast thou to do |
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As sudden
winds that freak |
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As down
the purple of the night |
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In the
Kingdom of Boötes |
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Look,
love, along the low hills |
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The
rain-wind from the East |
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O purple-black
are the wet quince boughs |
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An unseen
hand went over the hill |
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The
very sails are singing |
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Where
the blue comes down to the brine |
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As if
the sea's eternal rote |
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O wind
and stars, I am with you now |
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All
the zest of all the ages |
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Eyes
like the blue-green |
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Crimson
bud, crimson bud |
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We wandered
through the soft spring days |
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You
pipers in the swales |
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To-night
I hear the rainbirds |
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Lord
of the vasty tent of heaven |
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In the
cool of dawn I rose |
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Up from
the kindled pines |
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The
skiey shreds of rain |
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On the
meridian of the night |
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Love,
lift your longing face up through the rain! |
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Swing
down, great sun, swing down |
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The
world is a golden calyx |
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Eyes
like summer after sundown |
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The
sun is lord of a manor fair |
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In God's
blue garden the flowers are cold |
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First
by her starry gaze that falls |
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The
alchemist who throws his worlds |
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Thy
mouth is a snow apple |
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As orchards
in an apple land |
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Noon
on the marshes and noon on the hills |
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Berrybrown,
Berrybrown, give me your hands! |
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Wait
for me, Cherrychild, when the blue dusk |
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Summer
love, open your eyes to me now! |
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Through
what strange garden ran |
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Let
the red dawn surmise |
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A breath
upon my face |
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I was
a reed in the silly stream |
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I was
the west wind over the garden |
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A touch
of your hair, and my heart was furled |
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In the
land of kisses |
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I think
the sun when he turns at night |
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I see
the golden hunter go |
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You
old men with frosty beards |
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It was
the tranquil hour |
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The
mountain ways one summer |
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Poppy,
you shall live forever |
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I loved
you when the tide of prayer |
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The
forest leaves were all asleep |
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There
sighed along the garden path |
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And
then I knew the first vague bliss |
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I knew,
by that diviner sense |
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A moon-white
moth against the moon |
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What
is it to remember? |
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She
had the fluttering eyelids |
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The
land lies fulll, from brim to brim |
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In the
blue opal of a winter noon |
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Far
hence in the infinite silence |
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Of the
whole year, I think, I love |
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At night
upon the mountains |
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Once
more the woods grew crimson |
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Once
when the winds of spring came home |
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The
world is swimming in the light |
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When
the October wind stole in |
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The
red frost came with his armies |
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Dearest,
in this so golden fall |
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Her
hair was crocus yellow |
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Out
of the dust that bore thee |
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Remnants
of this soul of mine |
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What
is this House at the End of the World |
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A woman
sat by the hearth |
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The
willows are all golden now |
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O wonder
of all wonders |
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This
is the time of the golden bough |
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When
spring comes up the slope of the grey old sea |
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Now
spring comes up the world, sweetheart |
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The
rain on the roof is your laughter |
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Sweetheart,
sweetheart, delay no more |
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Out
of the floor of the greenish sea |
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There's
not a little boat, sweetheart |
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She
said, "In all the purple hills" |
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I saw
the ships come wing by wing |
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Up and
up, they all come up |
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I saw
you in the gloaming, love |
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How
unutterably lonely |
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Do you
know the pull of the wind on the sea? |
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The
fishers are sailing; the fleet is away |
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My love
said, "What is the sea?" |
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The
moonlight is a garden |
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The
lily said to the rose |
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The
white water-lilies, they sleep on the lake |
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What
are the great stars white and blue |
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What
is that spreading light far over the sea |
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Over
the sea is a scarlet cloud |
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What
lies across my lonely bed |
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Another
day comes up |
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Three
things there be in the world, Yvonne |
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The
first soft green of a Northern spring |
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Now
all the twigs and grasses |
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Our
isle is a magic ship |
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The
sails of the ship are white, love |
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Look,
where the northern streamers wave and fold |
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I do
not long for fame |
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I know
how the great and golden sun |
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What
will the Angel of hte Morning say |
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Along
the faint horizon |
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Once
more the golden April |
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Now
comes the golden sunlight |
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In the
blue mystery of the April woods |
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Aftersong |
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