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| When sunlight faileth |
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| I called to fading day |
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| O youth’s young cloudlet, O freshness free |
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| Wend I, wander I, past all worlds that be |
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| Eyes that o’er the landscape fly |
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| O what availeth thee thy melting mood |
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| All things born to break |
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| If there be any power in passion’s prayer |
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| In love’s great ocean, whose calm-shelter’d shore |
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| When sorrow hath outsoar’d our nature’s clime |
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| O gentle weariness |
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| Peace, for whose presence we did erewhile call |
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| Beauty is a waving tree |
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| Wheresoever beauty flies |
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| When first to earth thy gentle spirit came |
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| For sake of these two splendours do the wise |
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| She hath not beauty, that ill-fortun’d gem |
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| When thou art gone, & when are gone all those |
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| Play thou on men as on a harp’s string |
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| Go, book: go, vessel laden with the mind |
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| When the strong climber his last mountain-crest |
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| Since neither man’s proud pomp & kingly name |
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| Pureness of pale moon, loneness of far skies |
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| After Hafez |
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| I saw fair Fortune, one clear morning, touch |
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| Come let us drink & deeply drown |
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| Once more, O happy hill & peaceful plain |
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| Tell me not, mournful Preacher, that to prize |
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| What madness ’twas, I know not, that thus enchanted me |
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| She went.—O whither too, O one true love |
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| I said, ‘O heavenly Leader, O truth’s day |
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| Where is the pious doer? & I the estray’d one, where? |
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| I said, ‘Thou knowest, O all-knowing Friend |
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| My heart the chamber of His musing is |
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| Fair is the leisure of life’s garden-ground |
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| Thus spake at dawn to the fresh-open’d rose |
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| Though beauty’s tress be strayed, ’tis beauteous still |
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| Arise, O cup-bearer, & bring |
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| Our toil is He, & eke our journey’s end |
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