Mightnt it be as well, my friend, I said, For you to contemplate the uncompletedWith not such an infernal certainty?
ISaid the Watcher by the Way To the young and the unladen, To the boy and to the maiden, "God be with you both to-day.
Through the shine, through the rain We have shared the days load; To the old march again We have tramped the long road;
Shall I never make him look at me again? I look at him, I look my life at him, I tell him all I know the way to tell, But there he stays the same.
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden hill, Bleak, round, and high, by flame-lit height made higher,
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the Kings garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded arms And weary-waiting eyes, cold and half-closed
II doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him by his name, or looked at him So curiously, or so concernedly,
For those that never know the light, The darkness is a sullen thing; And they, the Children of the Night, Seem lost in Fortune's winnowing.
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, --There where the vines cling crimson on the wall, --And in the twilight wait for what will come.The wind will moan, the leaves will whisper some --
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man,You beat my manhood, if you can.You'll be a man if you can teakeAll steates that household life do meake.
Fold this, our daughters grave,and seal it with your kiss.For all the love I gave,you owe me this.
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