I must go down to the seas again, where the billows romp and reel,
So all I ask is a large ship that rides on an even keel,
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HO! Heimdal sounds the Gjallar-horn:
The hosts of Hel rush forth
And Fenris rages redly
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Commute with me, my Love, and be merry;
How vain in the City to dwell
When apple-trees blow in Dobbs' Ferry
And lilacs adorn New Rochelle!
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'Leg over leg
As the dog went to Dover;
When he came to a stile,
Jump he went over.'
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High on my hills of dreams -
Dear hills that know me!
And then how fair will seem
The land below me!
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'Hark, hark!
The dogs do bark;
Beggars are coming to town:
Some in rags,
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A Flea who felt phlebotomous
Assailed a Hippopotamus;
The Hippo, he
Sat on the Flea,
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Oh, who would choose to be a traveler?-
That anxious railway-guide unraveler
Who spends his nights in berths and bunks,
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There's a pine-built lodge in a rocky mountain glen
In the shag-breasted motherland that bore me;
And the West Wind calls, and I'm turning home again
To the hills where my heart is gone before me—
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Old Time was young, men's hearts were all untried
By Grief and Sin, when round this whirling ball
Pure Truth and Falsehood journeyed side by side
In free companionship. At evenfall
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