I made the rising moon go back
behind the shouldering hill,
I raced along the eastern track
till time itself stood still.
The stars swarmed on behind the trees,
but I sped fast at they,
I could have made the sun arise,
and night turn back to day.
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You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
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He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
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Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
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I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
II.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
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Light, uncreated shining upon the earth
born within the stable by virgin birth.
Light, immortal descending from above;
embracing the world with God's perfect love.
Light, resplendent illuminating the way,
dispelling the darkness and brightening the day.
Light, inextinguishable even in death,
crying 'Father forgive' with His dying breath.
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Light through the darkness comes from afar
Shining in the night sky from every star.
travelling across such vast distances
and speaking into today's circumstances.
What are you saying to me, oh wondrous star?
What is the message that you have brought so far?
It speaks of distances beyond comprehension.
It speaks of the splendour of God’s creation.
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There's light everywhere;
Still, our hearts are full of murk;
We need light indeed.
Vanilla moon of the billion star, milky night,
Peering over luxuriant treetops, evergreen.
Ivory clouds drift away to blues and bright,
On a spicy, pearl night, like none ever seen.
Daisy moon in onyx, all cream and chiffon,
With what loveliness is darkness enhanced.
Its alabaster rays pour upon a snowy swan-
Joy pranced on a path that sun last danced!
Our point of view is far away
If you say almost more than billions of cubits
Or if it is made more than 1 million light years away
It is clear that there is a distance between you and me like space in gigabits
I am loving you
Being away from you seems to deny your ego, which said you are loving me
I now seem to believe more and more in the legitimacy of that fact I am still loving you
Obviously, I've never been ambiguous if what I feel is without having to say a dime
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