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I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death

Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon,
Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,
But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle;
Master the night nor serve the snowman's

My light thou art, without thy glorious
My eyes are darkened with eternal night;
My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light
Thou art my way,

The birches are mad with green points the wood's edge is burning with their green, burning, seething—No, no, no
The birches are opening their leaves one by one
Their delicate leaves unfold cold and separate, one by one
Slender tasse...

There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,
There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night
They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade;
They were only shiftless soldiers...

The music of the morning is red and warm;
Snow lies against the walls;
And on the sloping roof in the yellow
Pigeons huddle against the wind

This girl gave her heart to me,
And this, and this
This one looked at me as if she loved me,
And silently walked away

The first bell is silver,
And breathing darkness I think only of the long scythe of time
The second bell is crimson,
And I think of a holiday night, with

How many times have we been
Just as I was about to make up a story for you
One time it was because we suddenly saw a
Lighting his green lantern among the boughs of a fir-tree

Eased eyes open, showed leaves
Eyes laughing and
Ran among flowers of leaves And looked at light's
Which led from leaf, upward, and back down to leaf

As I walked through the lamplit gardens,
On the thin white crust of snow,
So intensely was I thinking of my misfortune,
So clearly were my eyes

I stood for a long while before the shop
Looking at the blue butterflies embroidered on tawny silk
The building was a tower before me,
Time was loud behind me,