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I I SAW a grown girl coming down | |
| The field with water for the men. | |
| Her hair fell golden in the wind— | |
| She stopped and bound it up again. | |
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| Her thin dress by the wind was pressed | 5 |
| (Was it in passion or in play?) | |
| Against the full growth of her breast…. | |
| The men looked up. She looked away. | |
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II You saw me staring at the girl | |
| And then you stared at me. | 10 |
| Why did you come so close and kiss | |
| My lips so passionately? | |
| I would not have you quite so young | |
| Or quite so shy as she! | |
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III A gypsy passed me with a song | 15 |
| Where men went out to sow, | |
| And he went down the winding road | |
| Where the maples grow. | |
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| And still his song came back to me | |
| When he was far away: | 20 |
| “The Flask holds but a pint of wine— | |
| Tomorrow is Today! | |
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| “My love has made a tent for me | |
| From stars above the hill— | |
| Go break your heart, and build yourself | 25 |
| A stone house, if you will!” | |
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IV I would build myself a house | |
| On this mountain top today, | |
| Not to shun the world, or feel | |
| It was shutting me away, | 30 |
| But that I might come at times | |
| Little things had baffled me, | |
| And look out, at set of sun, | |
| On immensity. | |
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