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MORNING
To Lord Alfred Douglas
In the fresh sunlight how the bay
Laughs, leaps and shines!
How softly now the breezes stray
Among the pines!
Laughs, leaps and shines!
How softly now the breezes stray
Among the pines!
Silence: a murmur scarcely heard
Comes from the land;
The cry of some o'erpassing bird,
And on the sand
Comes from the land;
The cry of some o'erpassing bird,
And on the sand
A baby's laughter as the foam
Runs round its feet:
My heart, on earth is any home
So calm, so sweet?
Runs round its feet:
My heart, on earth is any home
So calm, so sweet?
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This restfulness, this happy calm
That fill mine eyes
With tears... O God, is this Thy balm
For agonies?
That fill mine eyes
With tears... O God, is this Thy balm
For agonies?
Have pity, O God, on me who fall
So low, so mean...
Pierce not mine aching heart with all
That might have been!
So low, so mean...
Pierce not mine aching heart with all
That might have been!
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