Meet the skies

To gild cares sable shroud

Their spirit through the gloom appears

As suns behind a cloud

Since thou didst meet my infant eyes

As through the fields I flew

Whose distance where they meet the skies

Was all the world I knew

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Beautiful mortals

Beautiful mortals of the glowing earth

And children of the season crowd together
In showers and sunny weather
Ye beautiful spring hours
Sunshine and all together
I love wild flowers

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A venerable tree

I never pass a venerable tree

Pining away to nothingness & dust
Ruins vain shades of power I never see
Once dedicated to times cheating trust
But warm reflection wakes her saddest thought
& views lifes vanity in cheerless light
& sees earths bubbles youth so eager sought
Burst into emptiness of lost delight

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Drooping daffodil

What time the dews unsullied drops

In burnishd gold distil

On crocus flowers unclosing tops

& drooping daffodil

To see thee come all hearts rejoice

& warm with feelings strong

With thee all Nature finds a voice

& hums a waking song

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Lifes lingering debt

Be where I may when death brings in his bill 

Demanding payment for lifes lingering debt 

Or in my native village nestling still 

Or tracing scenes Ive never known as yet 

O let one wish go where I will be mine 

To turn me back & wander home to dye 

Mong nearest friends my latest breath resign 

& in my church yard wi' my kindred lye

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By this bridge

For by this bridge my Mary sat 

& praised the screaming plover 

As first to hail the day—when I 

Confessed myself her lover 

& at that moment stooping down 

I pluckt a daisy blossom 

Which smilingly she called her own 

May garland for her bosom 

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The blackbird

The blackbird is a bonny bird

I love his mourning suit

& song in the spring mornings heard

As mellow as the flute

How sweet his song in April showers

Pipes from his golden bill

As yellow as the kingcup flowers

The sweetest ditty still

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