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Long blue days in fields
where the day opens & closes
like a flower,
sipping a breath of nature
into dreams of healing;
the soul’s cool cologne,
to revive and resurrect
a sweetness to your life
long lost.
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I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd...
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Lord of my heart's elation,
Spirit of things unseen,
Be thou my aspiration
Consuming and serene!
Bear up, bear out, bear onward,
This mortal soul alone,
To selfhood or oblivion,
Incredibly thine own, —
As the...
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The sun goes down, and over all
These barren reaches by the tide
Such unelusive glories fall,
I almost dream they yet will bide
Until the coming of the tide.
And yet I know that not for us,
By any ecstasy of dream,
He lingers to keep...
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A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By his dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory...
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XLIII When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And darkly bright are bright in dark directed. Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, ...
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Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are...
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Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
And, when I crossed the wild,
I chanced to see at break of day
The solitary child.
No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
She dwelt on a wide moor,
— The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human...
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I embrace everything Except you I touch you only in fantasy Imagination shaped by memory Untouchable image of the mind Delineating palpable forms of the heart Like an old speedy train Leaving the smoke behind So do my desire And my passion...
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Like rain that comes accompanied By a ray of sunshine So do now my feelings for you Come mixed with sorrow Feelings of tender love Of a heart that misses And always fears the moment Of the last adieu As though it were really the last When it is...
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