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The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told
The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep; It is midsummer, but t...
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'Tis well you think me truly one of those,
Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things;
For surely as I feel the bird that
Behind the leaves, or dawn as it up grows,
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I cannot hold my peace,
John Keats;
There never was a spring like this;
It is an echo, that repeats My last year's song and next year's bliss
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I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains
And he but a hush'd name, that Silence keeps In dear remembrance,—lonel...
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February 23, 1921
Read at Hart House Theatre before the University of Toronto
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green earth, but holding even that joy Back from their life; Bidding th...
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Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life when life and love were
The youngest of the martyrs here is lain,
Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain
No cypress shades his g...
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