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Há 5 dias · There struck on his ken. Thronged roundabout, Where the frost was graying. The headstoned grass, A band all in white. Like the saints in church - glass, Singing and playing. The ancient stave. By the choirmaster's grave.
Há 3 dias · The Robin. Am I, am I! And chink and prink. Then I feel. Feathery ball! When up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I! When I descend Towards their brink I stand, and look, And.
Há 2 dias · The doing without me has had no play. In the minds of men when shadows scare; And now that I dwindle day by day. Beneath the deicide eyes of seers. In a light that will not let me stay, And to-morrow the whole of me disappears, The truth should be told, and the fact be faced. That had best been faced in earlier years:
Há 4 dias · Before Life And After. A time there was - as one may guess. And as, indeed, earth 's testimonies tell -. Before the birth of consciousness, When all went well. None suffered sickness, love, or loss, None knew regret, starved hope, or heart -burnings; None cared whatever crash or cross.
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Há 4 dias · Summer Schemes. When friendly summer calls again, Calls again. Her little fifers to these hills, We'll go we two to that arched fane. Of leafage where they prime their bills. Before they start to flood the plain. With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills. " We'll go," I sing; but who shall say.
Há 5 dias · WHEN you shall see me lined by tool of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no longer stars as in their prime, My name forgot of Maiden Fair and Free; When in your being heart concedes to mind, And judgment, though you scarce its process know, Recalls the excellencies I once enshrined, And you are irked that they have withered so:
