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They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined--just as found:
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A dream of mine flew over the mead
To the halls where my old Love reigns;
And it drew me on to follow its lead:
And I stood at her window-panes;
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I saw a dead man's finer part
Shining within each faithful heart
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I
If seasons all were summers,
And leaves would never fall,
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Who were the twain that trod this track
So many times together
Hither and back,
In spells of certain and uncertain weather?
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'There is not much that I can do,
For I've no money that's quite my own!'
Spoke up the pitying child--
A little boy with a violin
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I'm Smith of Stoke aged sixty odd
I've lived without a dame all my life
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UPON a poet's page I wrote
Of old two letters of her name;
Part seemed she of the effulgent thought
Whence that high singer's rapture came.
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Song of the Soldiers
What of the faith and fire within us
Men who march away
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Why should this flower delay so long
To show its tremulous plumes?
Now is the time of plaintive robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
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