the door. p. 51YOU WILL NOT COME AGAIN p. 51 The green has come to the leafless tree, The earth brings forth its grain; The flower has come for the honey bee: You will not come again. The birds have come to the empty nest, All winter full of rain; So music has come where the silence was: You will not come again. Love will come for the weak lambs’ cry; Alas for my heart’s dull pain! In the cycle of change I alone am lone: You will not come again. p. 52THE WRECKAGE p. 52 Love lit a beacon in thine eyes, And I out in the storm, And lo! the night had taken wings; I dream me safe and warm. Love lit a beacon in thine eyes, A wreckers’ light for me; My heart is broken on the rocks; I perish in the sea. p. 53I AM THE WORLD p. 53 I am the song, that rests upon the cloud; I am the sun: I am the dawn, the day, the hiding shroud, When dusk is done. I am the changing colours of the tree; The flower uncurled: I am the melancholy of the sea; I am the world. The other souls that, passing in their place, Each in their groove; Out-stretching hands that chain me and embrace, Speak and reprove. “O atom of that law, by which the earth Is poised and whirled; Behold! you hurrying with the crowd assert You are the world.” Am I not one with all the things that be Warm in the sun? All that my ears can hear, or eyes can see, Till all be done. p. 54Of song and shine, of changing leaf apart, Of bud uncurled: With all the senses pulsing at my heart, I am the world. p. 54 One day the song that drifts upon the wind, I shall not hear; Nor shall the rosy shoots to eyes grown blind Again appear.
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