| my father moved through dooms of love | 
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                        | through sames of am through haves of give, | 
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                        | singing each morning out of each night | 
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                        | my father moved through depths of height | 
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                        this motionless forgetful where | 
                         
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                        | turned at his glance to shining here; | 
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                        | that if (so timid air is firm) | 
                        (Summary 7-8) | 
                    
                    
                        under his eyes would stir and squirm 
                         
                        newly as from unburied which | 
                         
                         
                        (Summary 9-12) | 
                    
                    
                        | floats the first who, his april touch | 
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                        | drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates | 
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                        | woke dreamers to their ghostly roots | 
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                        and should some why completely weep | 
                         
                        (Summary 13-16) | 
                    
                    
                        | my father's fingers brought her sleep: | 
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                        | vainly no smallest voice might cry | 
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                        | for he could feel the mountains grow. | 
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                        Lifting the valleys of the sea | 
                         
                        (Summary 17-20) | 
                    
                    
                        | my father moved through griefs of joy; | 
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                        | Praising a forehead called the moon | 
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                        | singing desire into begin | 
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                        joy was his song and joy so pure | 
                         
                        (Summary 21-24) | 
                    
                    
                        | a heart of star by him could steer | 
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                        | and pure so now and now so yes | 
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                        | the wrists of twilight would rejoice | 
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                        keen as midsummer's keen beyond | 
                         
                        25 (Summary 25-28) | 
                    
                    
                        | conceiving mind of sun will stand  | 
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                        | so strictly (over utmost him | 
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                        | so hugely) stood my father's dream | 
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                        his flesh was flesh his blood was blood: | 
                         
                        (Summary 29-32) | 
                    
                    
                        | no hungry man but wished him food; | 
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                        | no crippIe wouldn't creep one mile | 
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                        | uphill to only see him smile. | 
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                        Scorning the pomp of must and shall | 
                         
                        (Summary 33-36) | 
                    
                    
                        | my father move through dooms of feel; | 
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                        | his anger was as right as rain | 
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                        | hls pity was as green as grain | 
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                        septembering arms of year extend | 
                         
                        (Summary 37-40) | 
                    
                    
                        | less humbly wealth to foe and friend | 
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                        | than he to foolish and to wise | 
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                        | offered immeasurable is | 
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                        proudly and (by octobering flame | 
                         
                        (Summary 41-44) | 
                    
                    
                        | beckoned) as earth will downward climb, | 
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                        | so naked for immortal work | 
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                        | his shoulders marched against the dark | 
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                        his sorrow was as true as bread: | 
                         
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                        | no liar looked him in the head | 
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                        | if every friend became his foe | 
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                        | he'd laugh and build a world with snow | 
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                        My father moved through theys of we, | 
                         
                        (Summary 49-52) | 
                    
                    
                        | singing each new leaf out of each tree | 
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                        | (and every child was sure that spring | 
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                        | daned when she heard my father sing | 
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                        then let men kill which cannot share, | 
                         
                        (Summary 53-56) | 
                    
                    
                        | let blood and flesh be mud and mire, | 
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                        | scheming imagine, passion willed, | 
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                        | freedom a drug that's bought and sold | 
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                        giving to steal and cruel kind, | 
                         
                        (Summary 57-60) | 
                    
                    
                        | a heart to fear, to doubt a mind, | 
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                        | to differ a disease of same, | 
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                        | conform the pinnacle of am | 
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                        though dull were all we taste as | 
                         
                        (Summary 61-64) | 
                    
                    
                        | bitter all utterly things sweet, | 
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                        | maggoty minus and dumb death | 
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                        | all we inherit, all bequeath | 
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                        and nothing quite so least as truth | 
                         
                        65 (Summary 65-68) | 
                    
                    
                        | i say though hate were why men breathe | 
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                        | because my father lived his soul | 
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                        | love is the whole and more than all | 
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