Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
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The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day.
Grey way whose violet signals are
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Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful -- - but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
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I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)
Where no rude wind might visit me.
Because of sad austerities
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In the dark pine-wood
I would we lay,
In deep cool shadow
At noon of day.
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Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Of memories.
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Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
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Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
Come follow, come follow,
All you that love.
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My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
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The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow
The trees of the avenue.
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