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After the final no there comes a
And on that yes the future world depends
No was the night
Yes is this present sun

Well, some may hate, and some may scorn,
And some may quite forget thy name;
But my sad heart must ever
Thy ruined hopes, thy blighted fame

The well rising without sound, the spring on a hillside, the plowshare brimming through deep ground everywhere in the field— The sharp swallows in their swerve flaring and hesitating hunting for the final curve coming closer and closer— The swallo...

Rather than hold his hands properly arched off the keys, like cats with their backs up,
Monk, playing block chords, hit the keys with his fingertips well above his wrists, shoulders up, wrists down, scarce room for the pencil, ground freshly ...

So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright
For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe, And ...