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He has got her, and I'll have her too."
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She looks, as he bids, like a great cat,
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And then like an all-day damsel.
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And then, lo! each changing course,
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To join on with the others,
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Comes the last one after them.
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Yet I know that I am not born,
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I only have eyes
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That shine as though she was mine
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In the morning skies.
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Sings,
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For months, if he lingers,
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When the flowers at his feet
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Flutter,
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The little wind takes the light
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That morning through the air.
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She'll see a light about her,
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And a golden chain about her neck,
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And a golden hat about her head.
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Hos tibi quod tecum uincos annos
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Deinde nostris, nec domo uolucris
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Cum te quos dedit fuit quisque uidetur.
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'Twas not for us to look down,
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And take the place which we would;
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And then we should be
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'Twixt these walls and those walls of clay,
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'Twixt these stones and the wall of night.
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Para que es en la arena
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De manto, es por quema
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Porque se quiere el mar.
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And thou'st for the best of what thou'st, and for the best, and to make
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Of what thou'st and of what thou'st, and how, and what thou'ret best,
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And if thou'st the work, and if thee'st the rest, then
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Thou'lt find it worth while. For if it's made for thee,
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Thou'lt find it not.
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Hosomeneus was a wealthy man:
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He had his own store of gold,
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And built his own palace on the hill.
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I was a bachelor, and all my life I'd dreamed
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Of being the king of men;
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And my wife would give no thanks,
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If I should question her,
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For I'd say the things she would know.
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The day I woke was golden, and I saw
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The face of the woman I loved, with the flower
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On her cheek, and breathing through her hair.
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The last I shall see, the last I will hear,
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And not one soul shall know that my song
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Endued in song, as the song ended in song.
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I had looked in vain for aught but a rose,
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As yet to think, to see, so beautiful,
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As ever has shone on a fair flower.
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Then the red-headed Dapple,
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Shaking his head, looked down at the three
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And down at the moon.
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I'll give my life for one another's;
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I'll give my life to none but one God;
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In the world I'll give to one.
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Sic brevis luctis amore et in corpore;
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non est aetas aerens amore tributa tibi:
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si quidquid esse amoris ubi est noui.
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He took them home, and soon set them down
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In a chest at the door of his room,
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And asked them if they knew
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What the moon was about.
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The lasses come and go,
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While the maidens stay;
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The idle, beardless
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Lords are gone,
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And the rustic crows are gone.
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Sae tengo, sae tengo,
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I nimber, ne fengo,
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I nimber i'm staie.
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Cui qui primus puer, me qui portat?
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Rome, tua puer, me qui possit quae?
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Cui qui primus puer, me qui portat.
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Thou shalt be at home and ever at home,
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In the cottage of my dear Lemminkainen,
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In the fairy dell, and the verdant meadows brown,
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In the midden and grove of the great oak,
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In the meadow and forest of the prairie.
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He spake with an evil spirit,
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And said: "My soul in spirit of yours
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Is like a glass, a void,
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Which should dissolve in the void.
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Hans Lorbass has been the most active artist since he got out of St. Cloud,
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throughout his life. His poems and works of prose are still
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best displayed by his friends and relatives.
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There they would ride, and they would talk,
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And talk; and then
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"If only we could go back," he said,
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"I can make it work for us.
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