Once, on the far blue hills,
Alone with the pine and the cloud, in those high still places;
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(WHAT THE GHOSTS SAID.)
And after all the labour and the pains,
After the heaping up of gold on gold,
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With shadowy pen I write,
Till time be done,
Good news of some strange light,
Some far off sun.
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Give me the sunlight and the sea
And who shall take my heaven from me?
Light of the Sun, Life of the Sun,
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I
I found a dreadful acre of the dead,
Marked with the only sign on earth that saves.
The wings of death were hurrying overhead,
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'If I could whisper you all I know,'
Said the Old Fool in the Wood,
'You'd never say that green leaves grow.
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In old Japan, by creek and bay,
The blue plum-blossoms blow,
Where birds with sea-blue plumage gay
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The thousand-windowed towers were all alight.
Throngs of all nations filled that glittering way;
And, rich with dreams of the approaching day,
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'I want to be new,' said the duckling.
'O, ho!' said the wise old owl,
While the guinea-hen cluttered off chuckling
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The great roads are all grown over
That seemed so firm and white.
The deep black forests have covered them.
How should I walk aright?
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