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When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

I walk so often, late, along the streets,
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,
Suddenly, silently, you still might
And I would have to gaze on all your

Gleam'd the red sun athwart the misty
Which veil'd the cold earth from its loving gaze,
Feeble and sad as hope in sorrow's hour —But for thy soul it still had warmth and power;
Not to its cheerless beauty wert thou blind;

The margins of the forest are beautiful, as if painted onto the green slopes
I walk around, and sweet peace rewards me for the thornsin my heart, when the mind has grown dark, for right from the startart and thinking have cost it pain
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Behold, my fair, where'er we rove,
What dreary prospects round us rise,
The naked hill, the leafless grove,
The hoary ground, the frowning skies

I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver,
As I boarded the bus
At Temple Meads,

Hands stretched out hesitantly,
A foot on the ground unstably,
Yasoda, teaching the Lord to walk
Sometimes watching His adorable