John Vance Cheney ( 9 of 9 )
No command of art,
No toil, can help you hear;
Earth's minstrelsy falls clear
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No command of art,
No toil, can help you hear;
Earth's minstrelsy falls clear
But on the listening heart.
I pour into the world the eternal streams
Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.
I pour into the world the eternal streams
Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.
The message from the hedge-leaves,
Heed it, whoso thou art;
Under lowly eaves
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The message from the hedge-leaves,
Heed it, whoso thou art;
Under lowly eaves
Lives the happy heart.
A breath, whence no man knows,
Swaying the grating weeds, it blows;
It comes, it grieves, it read more
A breath, whence no man knows,
Swaying the grating weeds, it blows;
It comes, it grieves, it goes.
Once it rocked the summer rose.
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.
I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
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I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.
We look through gloom and storm-drift
Beyond the years:
The soul would have no rainbow
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We look through gloom and storm-drift
Beyond the years:
The soul would have no rainbow
Hard the eyes no tears.
Holding occasion by the hand,
Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower,
Waiving what none can understand,
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Holding occasion by the hand,
Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower,
Waiving what none can understand,
I make mine hour.
The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves,
Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives;
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The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves,
Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives;
Over and over
To the lowly clover
He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too).
He will be lisping and pledging to you.
