Come through the gloom of clouded skies,
The slow dim rain and fog athwart;
Through east winds keen with wrong and lies
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It's all very well,
Said the Bell,
To be the big Organ below!
But the folk come and go,
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My thoughts are like fire-flies, pulsing in moonlight;
My heart like a silver cup, filled with red wine;
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I am a bubble
Upon thy ever-moving, resting sea:
Oh, rest me now from tossing, trespass, trouble!
Take me down into thee.
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I was very cold
In the summer weather;
The sun shone all his gold,
But I was very cold-
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Sighing above,
Rustling below,
Thorough the woods
The winds go.
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Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness,
Call thyself punished, call the earth thy hell;
Say, 'God is angry, and I earned it well-
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Love, the baby,
Crept abroad to pluck a flower:
One said, Yes, sir; one said, Maybe;
One said, Wait the hour.
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1.
LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,
Had I been from the first true to the truth,
Grant me, now old, to do-with better sight,
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I love thy skies, thy sunny mists,
Thy fields, thy mountains hoar,
Thy wind that bloweth where it lists-
Thy will, I love it more.
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