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Oh,
Twilight
Spirit that dost render
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth,

"What I spent I had; what I saved,
I lost; what I gave,
I have
"But yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life,      The waving of the banners, and the rattle of the spears,

Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle orsome northerly harbor of Labrador,before he became a schoolteachera great-uncle painted a big picture
Receding for miles on either sideinto a flushed, still skyare overhanging pale blue cliffshundreds of...

I now think Love is rather deaf than blind, For else it could not be That she, Whom I adore so much, should so slight me And cast my love behind
I'm sure my language to her was as sweet, And every close did meet In sentence of as subtle feet,...

Sorrow hath made thine eyes more dark and keen,
And set a whiter hue upon thy cheeks,
And round thy pressèd lips drawn anguish-streaks,
And made thy forehead fearfully serene

Here take my picture; though I bid
Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell
'Tis like me now, but I dead, 'twill be
When we are shadows both, than 'twas before

In Breughel's great picture,
The Kermess,the dancers go round, they go round andaround, the squeal and the blare and thetweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddlestipping their bellies, (round as the thick-sided glasses whose wash they impound)t...

While cruel Nero only
The moral Spaniard's ebbing veins,
By study worn, and slack with age,
How dull, how thoughtless is his rage

O
OU undaunted daughter of desires
By all thy dower of lights and fires;
By all the eagle in thee, all the dove;

The picture didn't get alive
It sounds so rude, so furious
It never happened in my
For now it is so curious

One picture puzzle
Lyin' on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle
Soakin' in the rain

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it - lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Maste...