When now no more th' alternate twins are fired,
And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,
Short is the doubtful empire of the Night;
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THE wine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
Love sits long:
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Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
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If those who live in shepherd's bower,
Press not the rich and stately bed;
The new-mown hay and breathing flower
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When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain:
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I loathe, O Lord, this life below,
And all its fading fleeting joys;
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It was a sad, ay 'twas a sad farewell,
I still afresh the pangs of parting feel;
Against my breast my heart impatient beat,
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MY love o'er the water bends dreaming;
It glideth and glideth away:
She sees there her own beauty, gleaming
Through shadow and ripple and spray.
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E. S.
Once a lively image of human nature,
Such as God made it
When he pronounced every work of his to be good.
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