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The dappled
Cheek and wimpled lip,
The gold-wisp, the
Eye, all in fellowship—This, all this beauty blooming,

Who has not waked to list the busy sounds Of summer's morning, in the sultry smoke Of noisy London
On the pavement hot The sooty chimney-boy, with dingy face And tatter'd covering, shrilly bawls his trade,
Rousing the sleepy housemaid

Carnage
Humanity disgraced
Time's dearest toil effaced
Poison gases and

At last
I am alone
Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs
For a few hours at least silence will be ours, if not sleep

Now the bright morning Star,
Dayes harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with
The Flowry May, who from her green lap

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other;
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right-My brother, good morning; my sister, good night

I
AN out in the morning, when the air was clean and new,
And all the grass was glittering and grey with autumn dew,
I ran out to the apple tree and pulled an apple down,

A sunny day's complete
Divide it from itself
It is this or
And it is not

It is morning,
Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters like the dew,
I arise,
I face the sunrise,

Time's knife slides from the sheath,as fish from where it swims
Being closer and closer is the desire of the body
Don't wish for union
There's a closeness beyond that

On an apple-ripe September
Through the mist-chill fields I
With a pitch-fork on my
Less for use than for devilment

Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me