When she sleeps, her soul, I know,
Goes a wanderer on the air,
Wings where I may never go,
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"Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said,
"But love goes lightly over." I bowed her foolish head,
And kissed her hair and laughed at her. Such a child was she;
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I came back late and tired last night
Into my little room,
To the long chair and the firelight
And comfortable gloom.
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Safe in the magic of my woods
I lay, and watched the dying light.
Faint in the pale high solitudes,
And washed with rain and veiled by night,
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The day that YOUTH had died,
There came to his grave-side,
In decent mourning, from the country's ends,
Those scatter'd friends
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Here in the dark, O heart;
Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night,
And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover;
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In your arms was still delight,
Quiet as a street at night;
And thoughts of you, I do remember,
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Hands and lit faces eddy to a line;
The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies.
Beyond the great-swung arc o’ the roof, divine,
Night, smoky-scarv’d, with thousand coloured eyes
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Mamua, when our laughter ends,
And hearts and bodies, brown as white,
Are dust about the doors of friends,
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I have been so great a lover: filled in days
So proudly with the splendor of Love's praise,
The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
Desire illimitable, and still content,
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