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) |
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under his eyes would stir and squirm
newly as from unburied which |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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: |
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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 |
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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 |
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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, |
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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, |
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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, |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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