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Arabia

Arabia

Far are the shades of Arabia,

Where the Princes ride at noon,

'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets,

Under the ghost of the moon;

And so dark is that vaulted purple

Flowers in the forest rise

And toss into blossom 'gainst the phantom stars

Pale in the noonday skies.

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"How Sleep the Brave"

"How Sleep the Brave"

Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve!

Not one of these poor men who died

But did within his soul believe

That death for thee was glorified.

Ever they watched it hovering near

That mystery 'yond thought to plumb,

Perchance sometimes in loathèd fear

They heard cold Danger whisper, Come! —

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Nod

Nod

Softly along the road of evening,

In a twilight dim with rose,

Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew

Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.

His drowsy flock streams on before him,

Their fleeces charged with gold,

To where the sun's last beam leans low

On Nod the shepherd's fold.

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John Mouldy

John Mouldy

I spied John Mouldy in his celler,

Deep down twenty steps of stone;

In the dusk he sat a-smiling

Smiling there all alone.

He read no book, he snuffed no candle;

The rats ran in, the rats ran out,

And far and near, the drip of water

Went whisp'ring about.

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A Song of Enchantment

A Song of Enchantment

A song of Enchantment I sang me there,

In a green-green wood, by waters fair,

Just as the words came up to me

I sang it under the wild wood tree.

Widdershins turned I, singing it low,

Watching the wild birds come and go;

No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen

Under the thick-thatched branches green.

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An Epitaph

An Epitaph

Here lies a most beautiful lady,

Light of step and heart was she;

I think she was the most beautiful lady

That ever was in the West Country.

But beauty vanishes, beauty passes;

However rare — rare it be;

And when I crumble,who will remember

This lady of the West Country.

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Mulla-Mulgars' Journey Song

Mulla-Mulgars' Journey Song

That one, alone,

Who's dared and gone

To seek the Magic Wonderstone,

No fear, or care,

Or black despair

Shall heed until his journey's done.

Who knows, where grows

The Mulgars' rose,

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Snow

Snow

No breath of wind,

No gleam of sun –

Still the white snow

Whirls softly down

Twig and bough

And blade and thorn

All in an icy

Quiet, forlorn.

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The Song Of Shadows

The Song Of Shadows

"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician,

With thy long lean hand;

Downward the starry tapers burn,

Sinks soft the waning sand;

The old hound whimpers couched in sleep,

The embers smoulder low;

Across the walls the shadows

Come, and go.

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Tartary

Tartary

If I were Lord of Tartary,

Myself, and me alone,

My bed should be of ivory,

Of beaten gold my throne;

And in my court should peacocks flaunt,

And in my forests tigers haunt,

And in my pools great fishes slant

Their fins athwart the sun.

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Some One

Some One

Some one came knocking

At my wee, small door;

Someone came knocking;

I'm sure-sure-sure;

I listened, I opened,

I looked to left and right,

But nought there was a stirring

In the still dark night;

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Silver

Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon

Walks the night in her silver shoon;

This way, and that, she peers, and sees

Silver fruit upon silver trees;

One by one the casements catch

Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;

Couched in his kennel, like a log,

With paws of silver sleeps the dog;

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