'But who art thou, with curious beauty graced,
O woman, stamped with some bright heavenly seal
Why go thy feet on wings, and in such haste?'
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Three Kings have come to Bethlehem
With a trailing star in front of them.
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We that were friends to-night have found
A sudden fear, a secret flame:
I am on fire with that soft sound
You make, in uttering my name.
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Had I the power
To Midas given of old
To touch a flower
And leave the petals gold
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I am afraid to think about my death,
When it shall be, and whether in great pain
I shall rise up and fight the air for breath
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Evening falls on the smoky walls,
And the railings drip with rain,
And I will cross the old river
To see my girl again.
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Oh shall I never never be home again!
Meadows of England shining in the rain
Spread wide your daisied lawns: your ramparts green
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I
Though I was born a Londoner,
And bred in Gloucestershire,
I walked in Hellas years ago
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JOSEPH
Mary, art thou the little maid
Who plucked me flowers in Spring?
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When you have wearied of the valiant spires of this County Town,
Of its wide white streets and glistening museums, and black monastic walls,
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