In the night
how long I
to Hastings go
not just garden
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‘I have been friend to the Muse
‘But my son you must do that’
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Colossal strength of brain from puny body.
Promethean fire from the dust and water.
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humble
over the place where
the bones of my mother be:
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Sad the notes
Sad is funereal
And
Funereal is sad
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‘Dawn climbing yon eastern hill’
‘Dawn with a crown and scepter walked’
‘Dawn climbing the hill of Fiesole’
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The water from the tap dropt in the pail
Drop, dropp by drop, it dropped
It never stopped:
Like life’s flow it went
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