I meant to do my work to-day-
But a brown bird sang in the apple-tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
...
Why should I ask perfection of thee, sweet,
That have so little of mine own to bring?
That thou art beautiful from head to feet--
...
Five inches deep Sir Goldfish lies,
Here last September was he laid,
Poppies these that were his eyes,
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We that were born, beloved, so far apart,
So many seas and lands,
The gods, one sudden day, joined heart to heart,
Locked hands in hands,
...
On drives the road-another mile! and still
Time's horses gallop down the lessening hill
O why such haste, with nothing at the end!
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What of the darkness? Is it very fair?
Are there great calms and find ye silence there?
Like soft-shut lilies all your faces glow
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We are with France--not by the ties
Of treaties made with tongue in cheek,
The ancient diplomatic lies,
The paper promises that seek
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You bear a flower in your hand,
You softly take it through the air,
Lest it should be too roughly fanned,
And break and fall, for all your care.
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War
I abhor,
And yet how sweet
The sound along the marching street
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I had no heart to join the dance,
I danced it all so long ago-
Ah! light-winged music out of France,
Let other feet glide to and fro,
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