Sun and wind and beat of sea,
Great lands stretching endlessly…
Where be bonds to bind the free?
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Peter stands by the gate,
And Michael by the throne.
'Peter, I would pass the gate
And come before the throne.'
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The rose new-opening saith,
And the dew of the morning saith,
(Fallen leaves and vanished dew)
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In the cold I will rise, I will bathe
In waters of ice; myself
Will shiver, and shrive myself,
Alone in the dawn, and anoint
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Listen . . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
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In your
Curled petals what ghosts
Of blue headlands and seas,
What perfumed immortal breath sighing
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Oh me,
Was there a time
When Paradise knew Eve
In this sweet guise, so placid and
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The shadowy boy of night
Crosses the dusking land;
He sows his poppy-seeds
With steady, gentle hand.
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