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The burden of sad sayings. In that day Thou shalt tell all thy days and hours, and tell

Thy times and ways and words of love, and say

How one was dear and one desirable, And sweet was life to hear and sweet

to smell,

But now with lights reverse the old hours retire

And the last hour is shod with fire from hell.

This is the end of every man's desire.

The burden of four seasons. Rain in spring,

White rain and wind among the tender trees;

A summer of green sorrows gathering, Rank autumn in a mist of miseries, With sad face set towards the year, that sees

The charred ash drop out of the dropping

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And winter wan with many maladies; This is the end of every man's desire.

The burden of dead faces. Out of sight And out of love, beyond the reach of hands,

Changed in the changing of the dark and light,

They walk and weep about the barren lands

Where no seed is nor any garner stands, Where in short breaths the doubtful days respire,

And time's turned glass lets through the sighing sands;

This is the end of every man's desire.

The burden of much gladness. Life and lust [light;

Forsake thee, and the face of thy deAnd underfoot the heavy hour strews

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All things but one.

In many a tender wheaten plot
Flowers that were dead

Live, and old suns revive; but not
That holier head.

By this white wandering waste of sea,
Far north, I hear

One face shall never turn to me
As once this year;

Shall never smile and turn and rest

On mine as there,

Nor one most sacred hand be pressed Upon my hair,

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Blind buds that snows have shaken,
Wild leaves that winds have taken,
Red strays of ruined springs.

We are not sure of sorrow,
And joy was never sure;
To-day will die to-morrow

Time stoops to no man's lure;
And love, grown faint and fretful
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure.

From too much love of living,

From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be

That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

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