To Plato's dictum
Assent she lends.
All things in common
We hold, as friends.
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Once I thought my love was worth the name
If tears came.
When the wound is mortal, now I know,
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There's a band in the street, there's a band in the street.
It will play you a tune for a penny—
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When I was a child,
I felt the fairies' power.
Of a sudden my dry life
Would burst into flower.
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I hated them when I was four years old,
The bright pink berries on the pepper tree.
And now they seem quite beautiful to me.
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When I am making poetry I'm good
And happy then.
I live in a deep world of angelhood
Afar from men.
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Today is rebels' day. And yet we work—
All of us rebels, until day is done.
And when the stars come out we celebrate
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I like the riders
Clad in rose and blue;
Their colours glitter
And their horses too.
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I know a room that's dark in daytime hours;
No sunbeams light it,
Whether in months of gloom or months of flowers,
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He: That isn't you.
She: It's me, in my blue skirt
And scarlet coat and little golden shoes.
He: Not good enough.
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