Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.
'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,
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Whenever we're together
You outshine the sun
When I need a friend to hold
Or a friendly listening ear
I always hope it's you
And it is when you're here
Together our friendship flows
Together we both seem to grow
And flower and bloom
Like friends sometimes do
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It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall;
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
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WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable-wall.
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:
Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
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Wenn der Sonne hinter den wolken verschwindet,
singt das Licht leise,
als würde es warten,
dass du es wiederfindest.
Selbst im Schatten
flüstert die Welt,
dass jede Dunkelheit
einen Morgen kennt.
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When the sun disappears behind the clouds,
the light softly sings,
as if waiting
for you to find it again.
Even in the shadow
the world whispers,
that every darkness
knows a morning.
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Als de zon achter de wolken verdwijnt,
blijft het licht zachtjes zingen,
alsof het wacht
tot jij het weer kunt vinden.
Ook in de schaduw
fluistert de wereld,
dat elke duisternis
een morgen kent.
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Soms is hoop
niet groter dan een ademhaling,
een trilling in de stilte
voor het licht de kamer raakt.
Ze zegt niets,
maar blijft,
achter gesloten ogen,
in handen die blijven reiken,
ook als niemand antwoordt.
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