Rarely, rarely, comest thou
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth
She left me at the silent time

Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain

Summer was dead, and autumn was expiring
Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one
Swifter far than summer's flight
Swiftly walk over the western wave

Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light

That time is dead for ever, child.

The awful shadow of some unseen Power

The billows on the beach are leaping around it

The cold earth slept below ..

The everlasting universe of things

The fiery mountains answer each other

The flower that smiles to-day

The fountains mingle with the river

The golden gates of Sleep unbar

The keen stars were twinkling.

The odour from the flower is gone

The pale, the cold, and the moony smile

There late was One within whose subtle being

There was a little lawny islet

The rose that drinks the fountain dew

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The serpent is shut out from paradise
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie

The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
The sun is set; the swallows are asleep
The sun is warm, the sky is clear.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing.
The waters are flashing.

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere .
They die - the dead return not - Misery.

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Thou art fair, and few are fairer .

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Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon

We meet not as we parted

We strew these opiate flowers.

What! alive and so bold, oh earth? .

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When passion's trance is overpast

When the lamp is shattered.

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Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?

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Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one
Wilt thou forget the happy hours.

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Ye hasten to the dead! What seek ye there
Yet look on me - take not thine eyes away

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