I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
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To make a fairer,
A kinder, a more constant world than this;
To make time longer
And love a little stronger,
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In that dark silent hour
When the wind wants power,
And in the black height
The sky wants light,
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The birds return,
The blossom brightens again the cherry bough.
The hedges are green again
In the airless lane,
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In those old days you were called beautiful,
But I have worn the beauty from your face;
The flowerlike bloom has withered on your cheek
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Young as the Spring seemed life when she
Came from her silent East to me;
Unquiet as Autumn was my breast
When she declined into her West.
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Sleep, sleep, you great and dim trees, sleeping on
The still warm, tender cheek of night,
And with her cloudy hair
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Because the earth is vast and dark
And wet and cold;
Because man's heart wants warmth and light
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When I came home from wanderings
In a tall chattering ship,
I thought a hundred happy things,
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I am that creature and creator who
Loosens and reins the waters of the sea,
Forming the rocky marge anon anew.
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