There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come

“Hope” is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops – at all.
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And sweetest, in the Gale is heard,
And sore must be the storm ,
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm.
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I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest Sea,
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of Me.
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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Nobody knows this little Rose,
It might a pilgrim be,
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it ,
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey ,
On its breast to lie ,
Only a Bird will wonder ,
Only a Breeze will sigh ,
Ah Little Rose how easy,
For such as thee to die!

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The nights are getting colder,
The winter is drawing nigh,
“I must be getting older,”
I am thinking with a sigh,
It never used to bother me
I’d go out with the crowd
We would go out dancing
The music right up loud.
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We’d trip the light fantasic,
We didn’t have a care,
All that mattered to us
Was the fact that we were there,
I loved you and you loved me
We thought that it would last
But then the fairytale ended,
And I became your past.
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You were my very first love
My love for you was real
How did it end so badly?
How will my heart ever heal?
The nights are closing in now
And I sit alone and cry,
All I have are memories
Of the days that have past me by.
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
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Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping-anon-anon:
There’s joy in the mountains;
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
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Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”
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The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
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She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.
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To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
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What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
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That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
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As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
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The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
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I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
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Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
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I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
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Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
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Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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Morning, evening, noon and night,
“Praise God!;” sang Theocrite.
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Then to his poor trade he turned,
Whereby the daily meal was earned.
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Hard he laboured, long and well;
O’er his work the boy’s curls fell.
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But ever, at each period,
He stopped and sang, “Praise God!”
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Then back again his curls he threw,
And cheerful turned to work anew.
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Said Blaise, the listening monk, “Well done;
I doubt not thou art heard, my son:”
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As well as if thy voice to-day
Were praising God, the Pope’s great way.
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This Easter Day, the Pope at Rome
Praises God from Peter’s dome.”
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Said Theocrite, “Would God that I
Might praise him, that great way, and die!”
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Night passed, day shone,
And Theocrite was gone.
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With God a day endures alway,
A thousand years are but a day.
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God said in heaven, “Nor day nor night
Now brings the voice of my delight.”
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Then Gabriel, like a rainbow’s birth,
Spread his wings and sank to earth;
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Entered, in flesh, the empty cell,
Lived there, and played the craftsman well;
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And morning, evening, noon and night,
Praised God in place of Theocrite.
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And from a boy, to youth he grew:
The man put off the stripling’s hue:
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The man matured and fell away
Into the season of decay:
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And ever o’er the trade he bent,
And ever lived on earth content.
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(He did God’s will; to him, all one
If on the earth or in the sun.)
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God said, “A praise is in mine ear;
There is no doubt in it, no fear:”
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“So sing old worlds, and so
New worlds that from my footstool go.”
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“Clearer loves sound other ways:
I miss my little human praise.”
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Then forth sprang Gabriel’s wings, off fell
The flesh disguise, remained the cell.
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‘Twas Easter Day: he flew to Rome,
And paused above Saint Peter’s dome.
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In the tiring-room close by
The great outer gallery,
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With his holy vestments dight,
Stood the new Pope, Theocrite:
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And all his past career
Came back upon him clear,
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Since when, a boy, he plied his trade,
Till on his life the sickness weighed;
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And in his cell, when death drew near,
An angel in a dream brought cheer:
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And rising from the sickness drear
He grew a priest, and now stood here.
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To the East with praise he turned,
And on his sight the angel burned.
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“I bore thee from thy craftsman’s cell
And set thee here; I did not well.”
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“Vainly I left my angel-sphere,
Vain was thy dream of many a year.”
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“Thy voice’s praise seemed weak; it dropped-
Creation’s chorus stopped!”
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“Go back and praise again
The early way, while I remain.”
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“With that weak voice of our disdain,
Take up creation’s pausing strain.”
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“Back to the cell and poor employ:
Resume the craftsman and the boy!”
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Theocrite grew old at home;
A new Pope dwelt in Peter’s dome.
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One vanished as the other died:
They sought God side by side.
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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I’ve a Friend, over the sea;
I like him, but he loves me.
It all grew out of the books I write;
They find such favour in his sight
That he slaughters you with savage looks
Because you don’t admire my books.
He does himself though,—and if some vein
Were to snap to-night in this heavy brain,
To-morrow month, if I lived to try,
Round should I just turn quietly,
Or out of the bedclothes stretch my hand
Till I found him, come from his foreign land
To be my nurse in this poor place,
And make my broth and wash my face
And light my fire and, all the while,
Bear with his old good-humoured smile
That I told him `Better have kept away
Than come and kill me, night and day,
With, worse than fever throbs and shoots,
The creaking of his clumsy boots.”
I am as sure that this he would do
As that Saint Paul’s is striking two.
And I think I rather … woe is me!
-Yes, rather would see him than not see,
If lifting a hand could seat him there
Before me in the empty chair
To-night, when my head aches indeed,
And I can neither think nor read
Nor make these purple fingers hold
The pen; this garret’s freezing cold!
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And I’ve a Lady–there he wakes,
The laughing fiend and prince of snakes
Within me, at her name, to pray
Fate send some creature in the way
Of my love for her, to be down-torn,
Upthrust and outward-borne,
So I might prove myself that sea
Of passion which I needs must be!
Call my thoughts false and my fancies quaint
And my style infirm and its figures faint,
All the critics say, and more blame yet,
And not one angry word you get.
But, please you, wonder I would put
My cheek beneath that lady’s foot
Rather than trample under mine
The laurels of the Florentine,
And you shall see how the devil spends
A fire God gave for other ends!
I tell you, I stride up and down
This garret, crowned with love’s best crown,
And feasted with love’s perfect feast,
To think I kill for her, at least,
Body and soul and peace and fame,
Alike youth’s end and manhood’s aim,
-So is my spirit, as flesh with sin,
Filled full, eaten out and in
With the face of her, the eyes of her,
The lips, the little chin, the stir
Of shadow round her month; and she
-I’ll tell you,-calmly would decree
That I should roast at a slow fire,
If that would compass her desire
And make her one whom they invite
To the famous ball to-morrow night.
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There may be heaven; there must be hell;
Meantime, there is our earth here–well!
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L0ve Makes The World Go Round
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Thy various works, imperial queen, we see,
How bright their forms! how deck’d with pomp by thee!
Thy wond’rous acts in beauteous order stand,
And all attest how potent is thine hand.
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From Helicon’s refulgent heights attend,
Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend:
To tell her glories with a faithful tongue,
Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song.
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Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies,
Till some lov’d object strikes her wand’ring eyes,
Whose silken fetters all the senses bind,
And soft captivity involves the mind.
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Imagination! who can sing thy force?
Or who describe the swiftness of thy course?
Soaring through air to find the bright abode,
Th’ empyreal palace of the thund’ring God,
We on thy pinions can surpass the wind,
And leave the rolling universe behind:
From star to star the mental optics rove,
Measure the skies, and range the realms above.
There in one view we grasp the mighty whole,
Or with new worlds amaze th’ unbounded soul.
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Though Winter frowns to Fancy’s raptur’d eyes
The fields may flourish, and gay scenes arise;
The frozen deeps may break their iron bands,
And bid their waters murmur o’er the sands.
Fair Flora may resume her fragrant reign,
And with her flow’ry riches deck the plain;
Sylvanus may diffuse his honours round,
And all the forest may with leaves be crown’d:
Show’rs may descend, and dews their gems disclose,
And nectar sparkle on the blooming rose.
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Such is thy pow’r, nor are thine orders vain,
O thou the leader of the mental train:
In full perfection all thy works are wrought,
And thine the sceptre o’er the realms of thought.
Before thy throne the subject-passions bow,
Of subject-passions sov’reign ruler thou;
At thy command joy rushes on the heart,
And through the glowing veins the spirits dart.
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Fancy might now her silken pinions try
To rise from earth, and sweep th’ expanse on high:
>From Tithon’s bed now might Aurora rise,
Her cheeks all glowing with celestial dies,
While a pure stream of light o’erflows the skies.
The monarch of the day I might behold,
And all the mountains tipt with radiant gold,
But I reluctant leave the pleasing views,
Which Fancy dresses to delight the Muse;
Winter austere forbids me to aspire,
And northern tempests damp the rising fire;
They chill the tides of Fancy’s flowing sea,
Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay.
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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