[Supposed to be chanted to some rude instrument at a modern fireplace]
Chant we the story now
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Look you, I'll go pray,
My shame is crying,
My soul is gray and faint,
My faith is dying.
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On the road to nowhere
What wild oats did you sow
When you left your father's house
With your cheeks aglow?
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'There's machinery in the butterfly;
There's a mainspring to the bee;
There's hydraulics to a daisy,
And contraptions to a tree.
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Black cats, grey cats, green cats miau—
Chasing the deacon who stole the cow.
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I’ve been to Palestine.
WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
I saw the ark of Noah—
It was made of pitch and pine.
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(To a Man who maintained that the Mausoleum is the Stateliest Possible Manner of Interment)
I would be one with the dark, dark earth:--
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O you who lose the art of hope,
Whose temples seem to shrine a lie,
Whose sidewalks are but stones of fear,
Who weep that Liberty must die,
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The moon's a gong, hung in the wild,
Whose song the fays hold dear.
Of course you do not hear it, child.
It takes a FAIRY ear.
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I saw Lord Buddha towering by my gate
Saying: "Once more, good youth, I stand and wait."
Saying: "I bring you my fair Law of Peace
And from your withering passion full release;
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