I
He leaped. With none to hinder,
Of Aetna's fiery scoriae
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I
The shepherd, with his eye on hazy South,
Has told of rain upon the fall of day.
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I
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:
That, at his hand's light quiver by her head,
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I cannot lose thee for a day,
But like a bird with restless wing
My heart will find thee far away,
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Rich labour is the struggle to be wise,
While we make sure the struggle cannot cease.
Else better were it in some bower of peace
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That march of the funereal Past behold;
How Glory sat on Bondage for its throne;
How men, like dazzled insects, through the mould
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The long cloud edged with streaming grey
Soars from the West;
The red leaf mounts with it away,
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Thou our beloved and light of Earth hast crossed
The sea of darkness to the yonder shore.
There dost thou shine a light transferred, not lost,
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Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy
As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard has thrice heard Chaunticlere.
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I
When the Head of Bran
Was firm on British shoulders,
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