Weep, weep, weep and weep,
For pauper, dolt, and slave!
Hark! from wasted moor and fen,
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See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose.
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When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
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Speak low, speak little; who may sing
While yonder cannon-thunders boom?
Watch, shuddering, what each day may bring:
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Twin stars, aloft in ether clear,
Around each other roll alway,
Within one common atmosphere
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Over the sea, past Crete, on the Syrian shore to the southward,
Dwells in the well-tilled lowland a dark-haired AEthiop people,
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The church bells were ringing, the devil sat singing
On the stump of a rotting old tree;
'Oh faith it grows cold, and the creeds they grow old,
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Underneath their eider-robe
Russet swede and golden globe,
Feathered carrot, burrowing deep,
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Linger no more, my beloved, by abbey and cell and cathedral;
Mourn not for holy ones mourning of old them who knew not the Father,
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My parents bow, and lead them forth,
For all the crowd to see-
Ah well! the people might not care
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