They trail behind her up the floor,
And trundle after through the door.
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The sun is not a-bed, when I
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IF I have faltered more or less
If I have moved among my raceAnd shown no glorious morning face;If beams from happy human eyesHave moved me not; if morning skies,Books, and my food, and summer rainKnocked on my sullen heart in vain:—Lord, thy most pointed pleasure takeAnd stab my spirit broad awake;Or, Lord, if too obdurate I,Choose thou, before that spirit die,A…
With half a heart I wander here
A brother yet— though young in years,An elder brother, I.You speak another tongue than mine,Though both were English born.I towards the night of time decline,You mount into the morn.You shall grow great and strong and free,But age must still decay:To-morrow for the States— for me,England and Yesterday.
THEY tell me, lady, that to-day
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