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I was born in the right time, in whole,
Only this time is one that is blessed,
But great God did not let my poor
Live without deceit on this earth

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death

THE FLESH
"Sweet, thou art pale."
"More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

The deer is humble, lovely as God made her I watch her eyes and think of wonder owned These strange priests enter the cathedral of woods And seven Marys clean their hands to woo her Foot lifted, dagger-sharp—her ears Poised to their points like a ...

LY and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is cover'd;
Yet will a deeper one, friend, cover thy bones at the last
Joyously plough'd and sow'd
Here food all living is budding,

A floating, a
Across the sleeping sea,
All night I heard a singing
Upon the topmost tree

AS a bright May morn, and each opening flower Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower;
Young Love, who was fluttering round, espied The blossoms so gay in their painted pride;
And he gazed on the point of a feathered dart,
For mischief ...

I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads in black,this thing that moved oncearound flesh,and I call God a liar,
I say anything that movedlike thator knewmy namecould never diein the common verity of dying,and I pick up her love...

My books I'd fain cast off,
I cannot read, 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large Down in the meadow, where is richer feed, And will not mind to hit their proper target
Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too, Our Shakespeare's ...

The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there,
But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear;
Or we nod and smile the social while, and we say we're doing well,
But we break our hear...

One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark,
Putting green oil in starboard side lamp,
His wife came along and said, 'Noah, summat's wrong,
Our cabin is getting quite damp

O
HE New-comer
I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice

The former four now ending their discourse,
Ceasing to vaunt their good, or threat their force
Lo other four step up, crave leave to
The native qualityes that from them flow:

All
The trees held up their silent
As if they mattered
But on one main street of bars and lights,

"But, mamma, now, " said Charlotte, "pray, don't you believe That I'm better than Jenny, my nurse
Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve; Her clothes are a thousand times worse
"I ride in my coach, and have ...