When the charm at last is fled
From the woodland stark and pale,
And like shades of glad hours dead
Whirl the leaves before the gale:
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Life's House being ready all,
Each chamber fair and dumb,
Ere life, the Lord, is come
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'There needs no crown to mark the forest's king.'
Thus, long ago thou sang'st the sound-heart tree
Sacred to sovereign Jove, and dear to thee
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'Faces, faces, faces of the streaming marching surge,
Streaming on the weary road, toward the awful steep,
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The eastern heaven was all faint amethyst,
Whereon the moon hung dreaming in the mist;
To north yet drifted one long delicate plume
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Mine enemy builded well, with the soft blue hills in sight;
But betwixt his house and the hills I builded a house for spite:
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One soiled and shamed and foiled in this world's fight,
Deserter from the host of God, that here
Still darkly struggles,-waked from death in fear,
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Into what beech or silvern birch, O friend
Suspected ever of a dryad strain,
Hast crept at last, delighting to regain
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The Puritan Spring Beauties stood freshly clad for church;
A Thrush, white-breasted, o'er them sat singing on his perch.
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'T was a pleasant Sunday morning while the spring was in its glory,
English spring of gentle glory; smoking by his cottage door,
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