It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
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ON now, although the year be done,
Dead and gone;Hear me, O loved and cherished one,Give me still the hand that led,Led me on.
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
And charging along like troops in a battleAll through the meadows the horses and cattle:All of the sights of the hill and the plainFly as thick as driving rain;And ever again, in the wink of an eye,Painted stations whistle by.Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,All by himself and gathering brambles;Here is a tramp…
The coach is at the door at last;
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!To house and garden, field and lawn,The meadow-gates we swang upon,To pump and stable, tree and swing,Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!And fare you well for evermore,O ladder at the hayloft door,O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!Crack goes the whip, and off we go;The trees and…
When the golden day is done,
Child and garden, Flower and sun,Vanish all things mortal.As the blinding shadows fallAs the rays diminish,Under evening’s cloak they allRoll away and vanish.Garden darkened, daisy shut,Child in bed, they slumber–Glow-worm in the hallway rut,Mice among the lumber.In the darkness houses shine,Parents move the candles;Till on all the night divineTurns the bedroom handles.Till at last the…
THE UNFATHOMABLE sea, and time, and tears,
Dispart us; and the river of eventsHas, for an age of years, to east and westMore widely borne our cradles. Thou to meArt foreign, as when seamen at the dawnDescry a land far off and know not which.So I approach uncertain; so I cruiseRound thy mysterious islet, and beholdSurf and great mountains and loud river-bars,And…
God, if this were enough,
And up to the buttocks in mire;That I ask nor hope nor hire,Nut in the husk,Nor dawn beyond the dusk,Nor life beyond death:God, if this were faith!Having felt thy wind in my faceSpit sorrow and disgrace,Having seen thine evil doomIn Golgotha and Khartoum,And the brutes, the work of thine hands,Fill with injustice landsAnd stain with…