Through the open French window the warm sun
Lights up the polished breakfast-table, laid
Round a bowl of crimson roses, for one -
A service of Worcester porcelain, arrayed
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Children of wealth in your warm nursery,
Set in the cushioned window-seat to watch
The volleying snow, guarded invisibly
By the clear double pane through which no touch
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You should at times go out
from where the faithful kneel,
visit the slums of doubt
and feel what the lost feel;
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She said to one: ‘How glows
My heart at the hot thought
Of battle’s glorious throes!’
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Here the scanted daisy glows
Glorious as the carmined rose;
Here the hill-top's verdure mean
Fair is with unfading green;
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Above the grey down
Gather, wan, the glows;
Relieved by leaden
Gleams a star-gang goes;
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Now deserted are the roads
Where awhile the lovers went;
Vacant are the field-abodes
Where a vivid hour they spent:
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Anger lay by me all night long,
His breath was hot upon my brow,
He told me of my burning wrong,
All night he talked and would not go.
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Along the iron rails
Plod still with panting power,
Range still the empty trails
Hour after hour;
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Not that broad path chose he, which whoso wills
May tread, if he by pay the fatal price,
And for such sweet as earthly life extils,
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