I laid me down in the meadows

Afar from the bell-ringing.

In the depth and the bloom of the meadows

I lay on the earth's quiet breast,

The poplar fanned me with shadows,

And the veery sang me to rest.

Blue, blue was the heaven above me,

And the earth green at my feet;

"Oh, Life! Oh, Life!" I kept saying,

And the very word seemed sweet.

WITH THE NIGHT

O doubts, dull passions, and base fears,

That harassed and oppressed the day,

Ye poor remorses and vain tears,

That shook this house of clay:

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All heaven to the western bars

Is glittering with the darker dawn;

Here with the earth, the night, the stars,

Ye have no place: begone!

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