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Which would blight the plants.


you cannot hear
From the


within The wild-bird's din. In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants, It would fall to the ground if you came in. In the middle leaps a fountain

Like sheet lightning,

Ever brightening
With a low melodious thunder;
All day and all night it is ever drawn

From the brain of the purple mountain

Which stands in the distance yonder : It springs on a level of bowery lawn, And the mountain draws it from Heaven above, And it sings a song of undying love ; And yet, tho' its voice be so clear and full, You never would hear it; your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in.


Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
To little harps of gold; and while they mused,
Whispering to each other half in fear,
Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.

Whither away, whither away, whither away? fly no


Whither away

from the high green field, and the happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls : Down shower the gambolling waterfalls From wandering over the lea : Out of the live-green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery-crimson shells, And thick with white bells the clover-hill swells High over the full-toned sea : O hither, come hither and furl your sails, Come hither to me and to me:

Hither, come hither and frolic and play,
Here it is only the mew that wails ;
We will sing to you all the day :
Mariner, mariner, furl your sails,
For here are the blissful downs and dales,
And merrily merrily carol the gales,
And the spangle dances in bight and bay,
And the rainbow forms and flies on the land
Over the islands free;
And the rainbow lives in the curve of the sand ;
Hither, come hither and see ;
And the rainbow hangs on the poising wave,
And sweet is the colour of cove and cave,
And sweet shall your welcome be :
O hither, come hither, and be our lords,
For merry brides are we :
We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak sweet words :
O listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten
With pleasure and love and jubilee :
O listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten
When the sharp clear twang of the golden chords
Runs up the ridged sea.
Who can light on as happy a shore
All the world o'er, all the world o'er ?
Whither away? listen and stay: mariner, mariner, fly

no more.



LIFE and Thought have gone away

Side by side,

Leaving door and windows wide : Careless tenants they !


All within is dark as night :
In the windows is no light;
And no murmur at the door,
So frequent on its hinge before.


Close the door, the shutters close,

Or thro' the windows we shall see

The nakedness and vacancy Of the dark deserted house.


Come away: no more of mirth

Is here or merry-making sound. The house was builded of the earth,

And shall fall again to ground.


Come away : for Life and Thought
Here no longer dwell;

But in a city glorious—
A great and distant city—have bought
A mansion incorruptible.

Would they could have stayed with us!

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