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<p>Watchman, what of the night?<br />
Sleep and birth! Toil and death!<br />
Now the light of the topmost tower winks red and ceases:<br />
Now the lonely car echoes afar off...<br />
Helen looked over the wine-dark seas of Greece, and she was young.<br />
But not younger than we, touching each other, while dawn delays...
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<p>Earth and stars are in a trance,<br />
They dream of passion, but cannot break their sleep.<br />
They pass into us, and we are their passion, we are their madness,<br />
So shaped that we can kiss and clasp...<br />
One kiss, then death, the miracle being spent.
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<p>A breath from the sea is kissing the housetops of the city,<br />
Kissing the roofs,<br />
And dying into silence.
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<p>Dare we betray this moment?<br />
Dare we die, missing this fire?<br />
Whither goes massive Earth tonight, flying with the stars down eternity?<br />
We are alive: we are for each other.
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<p>You and I in the night, spied on by stars...<br />
You and I in the belovéd night... <br />
You and I within these walls.
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<p>There be ten million ears in this little city alone...<br />
How many have heard the rocks, the hills and the stars?<br />
Not I, not I, as I hurried uptown and downtown!<br />
I heard the wheels of the cars, the chatter of many mouths,<br />
I was in the opera house when it seemed almost to burst with music,<br />
I heard the laughter of children, and the venom of mixed malicious tongues,<br />
But neither the stars I heard nor the muted rocks nor the hills!
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<p>Of old the psalmist said that the morning stars sing together,<br />
He said the rocks do sing and that the hills rejoice...
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<p>David, of Asia, I do hear now...<br />
I do hear now the music of the spheres—<br />
I have stepped one step into the desert of Loneliness,<br />
I have turned my ear from the world to my own self...<br />
I have paused, stood still, listened.
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<p>Across the barren uplands, sere and brown,<br />
We drive until the evening wind blows drear,<br />
And so at last we turn again toward town;<br />
The roar of traffic beats upon the ear.
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<p>By hamlets where the low-roofed houses stand, <br />
Over the downs where feed the scattered sheep,<br />
‘Tis pleasant thus idle through the land,<br />
Through woodlands where the western shades lie deep.
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<p>Gliding past meadows where the grass grows lush,<br />
By hamlets where the low-roofed houses stand,<br />
So let us dawdle tho’ we well might rush.<br />
‘Tis pleasant thus to idle through the land.
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<p>Singing and spinning with joy of power,<br />
Roaring up hills and winding through ravines<br />
Is surely to be happy for an hour;<br />
How else can one grasp half so many scenes?
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<p>Roaring up hills and winding through ravines,<br />
Gliding past meadows where the grass grows lush,<br />
How else can one grasp half so many scenes?<br />
So let us dawdle though we well might rush.
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<p>When underneath the hood is sixty horse,<br />
Singing and spinning with the joy of power,<br />
To roll along the smooth and level course,<br />
Is surely to be happy for an hour.
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<p>The open road’s a pleasure to the heart,<br />
When underneath the hood is sixty horse;<br />
I wait the moment when I may depart,<br />
To roll along the smooth and level course.
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<p>I long for such a day to come once more,<br />
I wait the moment when I may depart;<br />
I part with romance at the city’s door.<br />
The open road’s a pleasure to the heart.
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<p>Over the downs where feed the scattered sheep,<br />
Across the barren uplands, sere and brown,<br />
Through woodlands where the western shades lie deep,<br />
And so at last we turn again toward town.
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<p>We drive until the evening wind blows drear;<br />
I long for such a day to come once more.<br />
The roar of traffic beats upon the ear,<br />
I part with romance at the city’s door.
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<p>The clouds in glory round them spread,<br />
The sun in grandeur settles on their head.<br />
Winter stays to chill the month of May,<br />
The lightning fondly choose them for their play.
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