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| When sunlight faileth | 1 |
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| I called to fading day | 2 |
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| O youth’s young cloudlet, O freshness free | 3 |
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| Wend I, wander I, past all worlds that be | 4 |
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| Eyes that o’er the landscape fly | 5 |
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| O what availeth thee thy melting mood | 6 |
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| All things born to break | 7 |
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| If there be any power in passion’s prayer | 8 |
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| In love’s great ocean, whose calm-shelter’d shore | 9 |
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| When sorrow hath outsoar’d our nature’s clime | 10 |
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| O gentle weariness | 11 |
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| Peace, for whose presence we did erewhile call | 12 |
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| Beauty is a waving tree | 13 |
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| Wheresoever beauty flies | 14 |
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| When first to earth thy gentle spirit came | 15 |
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| For sake of these two splendours do the wise | 16 |
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| She hath not beauty, that ill-fortun’d gem | 17 |
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| When thou art gone, & when are gone all those | 18 |
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| Play thou on men as on a harp’s string | 19 |
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| Go, book: go, vessel laden with the mind | 20 |
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| When the strong climber his last mountain-crest | 21 |
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| Since neither man’s proud pomp & kingly name | 22 |
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| Pureness of pale moon, loneness of far skies | 23 |
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| After Hafez |
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| I saw fair Fortune, one clear morning, touch | 24 |
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| Come let us drink & deeply drown | 25 |
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| Once more, O happy hill & peaceful plain | 26 |
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| Tell me not, mournful Preacher, that to prize | 27 |
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| What madness ’twas, I know not, that thus enchanted me | 28 |
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| She went.—O whither too, O one true love | 29 |
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| I said, ‘O heavenly Leader, O truth’s day | 30 |
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| Where is the pious doer? & I the estray’d one, where? | 31 |
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| I said, ‘Thou knowest, O all-knowing Friend | 32 |
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| My heart the chamber of His musing is | 33 |
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| Fair is the leisure of life’s garden-ground | 34 |
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| Thus spake at dawn to the fresh-open’d rose | 35 |
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| Though beauty’s tress be strayed, ’tis beauteous still | 36 |
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| Arise, O cup-bearer, & bring | 37 |
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| Our toil is He, & eke our journey’s end | |
