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EY loved one another
young Edward and his wife,
And in their cottage-home they dwelt, apart from sin and strife
Each evening Edward weary came from a day of honest toil,

They wondered why the fruit had been forbidden:
It taught them nothing new
They hid their pride,
But did not listen much when they were chidden:

They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
Opulent, flaunting
Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk
Round, ripe gold Of maturity,

Down they go
Hail and snow
Freezes and sneezes and noses will blow

Men say they know many things;
But lo
they have taken wings, —The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;

Did the people of Viet Namuse lanterns of stone
Did they hold ceremoniesto reverence the opening of buds
Were they inclined to quiet laughter
Did they use bone and ivory,jade and silver, for ornament

All night they marched, the infantrymen under pack,
But the hands gripping the rifles were naked
And the hollow pits of the eyes stared, vacant and black,
When the moonlight shone

They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow:

See they come, post haste from Thanet,
Lovely couple, side by side;
They've left behind them Richard
With the Parents of the Bride

Oh, they have robbed me of the
My spirit held so dear;
They will not let me hear that
My soul delights to hear

They who prepare my evening meal below Carelessly hit the kettle as they go With tongs or shovel,
And ringing round and round,
Out of this hovel It makes an eastern temple by the sound
At first I thought a cow bell right at hand Mid...

They say that Hope is happiness;
But genuine Love must prize the past,
And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless:
They rose the first--they set the last;