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And leave us rulers of your blood

As noble till the latest day!

May children of our children say, She wrought her people lasting good;

"Her court was pure; her life serene;

God gave her peace; her land reposed;

A thousand claims to reverence closed

In her as Mother, Wife, and Queen;

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"And statesmen at her council met

Who knew the seasons when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make

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The bounds of freedom wider yet

"By shaping some august decree,

Which kept her throne unshaken still,
Broad-based upon her people's will,

And compass'd by the inviolate sea."

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COME INTO THE GARDEN, MAUD

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COME into the garden, Maud,

For the black bat, night, has flown,

Come into the garden, Maud,

I am here at the gate alone;

And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,

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And the musk of the rose is blown.

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For a breeze of morning moves,

And the planet of Love is on high,

Beginning to faint in the light that she loves

On a bed of daffodil sky,

To faint in the light of the sun she loves,

To faint in his light, and to die.

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All night have the roses heard

The flute, violin, bassoon;

All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
To the dancers dancing in tune;

Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.

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I said to the lily, "There is but one

With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone,

And half to the rising day;

Low on the sand and loud on the stone
The last wheel echoes away.

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I said to the rose, "The brief night goes

In babble and revel and wine.

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O young lord-lover, what sighs are those,

For one that will never be thine?

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But mine, but mine," so I sware to the rose,

"For ever and ever, mine."

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And the soul of the rose went into my blood,

As the music clash'd in the hall;

And long by the garden lake I stood,

For I heard your rivulet fall

From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,

Our wood, that is dearer than all;

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From the meadow your walks have left so sweet

That whenever a March-wind sighs

He sets the jewel-print of your feet

In violets blue as your eyes,

To the woody hollows in which we meet
And the valleys of Paradise.

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The slender acacia would not shake

One long milk-bloom on the tree;

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The white lake-blossom fell into the lake

As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;

But the rose was awake all night for your sake,

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Knowing your promise to me;

The lilies and roses were all awake,

They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.

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Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come hither, the dances are done,

In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,

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Queen lily and rose in one;

Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
To the flowers, and be their sun.

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The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near";
And the white rose weeps, "She is late ";

The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear ";

And the lily whispers, "I wait."

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She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,

Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.

BREAK, BREAK, BREAK

BREAK, break, break,

On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!

And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O well for the fisherman's boy,

That he shouts with his sister at play!

O well for the sailor lad,

That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on

To their haven under the hill;

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But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,

At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!

But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

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CROSSING THE BAR

SUNSET and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.

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