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If in that Syrian garden, ages slain -- When Israel out of Egypt came -- for these of old the trader -- O youth whose heart is right -- The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws -- I to my perils of cheat and charmer -- Stars, I have seen them fall -- Give me a land of boughs in leaf -- When green buds hang in the elm like dust -- The weeping Pleiads wester -- The rainy Pleiads wester -- I promise nothing: friends will part -- I lay me down and slumber -- The farms of home lie lost in even -- Tarry, delight, so seldom met -- How clear, how lovely bright -- Bells in tower at evening toll -- Delight it is in youth and May -- The mill-stream, now that noises cease -- Like mine, the veins of these that slumber -- The world goes none the lamer -- Ho, everyone that thirsteth -- Crossing alone the nighted ferry -- Stone, steel and kingdoms pass -- Yon fire that frets the eastern sky -- Good creatures, do you love your lives -- To stand up straight, and tread the turning mill -- He, standing hushed, a pace or two apart -- From the wash the laundress sends -- Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all's over -- Because I liked you better -- With seed the sowers scatter -- On forelands high in heaven -- Young is the blood that yonder -- Half-way, for one commandment broken -- Here dead lie we because we did not choose -- I did not lose my heart in summer's even -- By shores and woods and steeples -- My dreams are of a field afar -- Farewell to a name and a number -- He looked at me with eyes I thought -- When he's returned, I'll tell him-oh -- I wake from dreams and turning -- Far known to sea and shore -- Smooth between sea and land -- Sons of landsmen, sons of seamen, hear the tale of grief and me -- O thou that from thy mansion -- Good night. Ensured release -- Alternative readings -- Dated poems. |