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HE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild goat runs across the wold, But yesterday his love he told, I know he will come back to me...

"O where are you going
" said reader to rider, "That valley is fatal where furnaces burn, Yonder's the midden whose odours will madden, That gap is the grave where the tall return
" "O do you imagine," said ...

The skylarks are far behind that sang over the down;
I can hear no more those suburb nightingales;
Thrushes and blackbirds sing in the gardens of the
In vain: the noise of man, beast, and machine prevails

I'm nobody
Who are you
Are you nobody, too
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell

We are the time
We are the famousmetaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure
We are the water, not the hard diamond,the one that is lost, not the one that stands still
We are the river and we are that greekthat looks himself into the river

emrôz chô har rôz, kharâb-êm kharâb ma-g'shâ dar andêsha-wo bar gîr rabâb Sad gôna namâz-ast-o rukû`-ast-o sujûd ân-râ ke jamâl-é dôst bâsh-ad
Hrâb Today, like every day, we are ruined, ruined (by "wine")
Don't open the door of...

And you have me and I have you,
When there are roses all the way,
And April days and nights of May,
And life is joy the whole day long-- Not now can passion flower in song

We are accused of
If we dare to write about the remains of a
That is scattered in pieces and in
In decadence and

The ways of Death are soothing and serene,
And all the words of Death are grave and sweet
From camp and church, the fireside and the street,
She beckons forth – and strife and song have been

Unable are the Loved to
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity—Unable they that love—to
For Love reforms

The stars are with the voyager Wherever he may sail;
The moon is constant to her time;
The sun will never fail;
But follow, follow round the world,

Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one
They are lost to me under the cover of
They have departed for another city