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You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms
The
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,

ME, my little children, here are songs for you;
Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new
You must learn to sing them very small and clear,
Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear

I hear an Army
Millions of men coming up from the edge of the world,
The ring of unnumbered feet ever louder and
Comes on and an like a mighty untameable tide,

I
AR it was charged against me that I sought to destroy         institutions;
But really I am neither for nor against institutions;(What indeed have I in common with them
—Or what with the         destruction of them

ME, my beloved, hear from
Tales of the woods or open sea
Let our aspiring fancy riseA wren's flight higher toward the skies;
Or far from cities, brown and bare,

I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice,
And the rich summer's welcome loss I
In the sickle's serpentine
Cutting the corn's ear tightly pressed to ear

Sombre the night is
And though we have our lives, we
What sinister threat lies there
Dragging these anguished limbs, we only

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy
Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly,
Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy

So that you will hear memy wordssometimes grow thinas the tracks of the gulls on the beaches
Necklace, drunken bellfor your hands smooth as grapes
And I watch my words from a long way off
They are more yours than mine

Dang'rous to hear, is that melodious tongue,
And fatal to the sense those murd'rous eyes,
Where in a sapphire sheath,
Love's arrow lies,

Ears in the turrets
Hands grumble on the door,
Eyes in the gables
The fingers at the locks