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Márgarét, are you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough
Oh the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin’-fishes play, An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ’crost the Bay!
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the black bird.
For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
