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William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley

Since Those We Love and Those We Hate

SINCE those we love and those we hate,
   With all things mean and all things great,
   Pass in a desperate disarray
   Over the hills and far away:
 
   It must be, Dear, that, late or soon,
   Out of the ken of the watching moon,
   We shall abscond with yesterday
   Over the hills and far away.
 
   What does it matter? As I deem,
   We shall but follow as brave a dream
   As ever smiled a wanton May
   Over the hills and far away.
 
   We shall remember, and, in pride,
   Fare forth, fulfilled and satisfied,
   Into the land of Ever-and-Aye,
   Over the hills and far away.

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Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pol… I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance
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The gaunt brown walls Look infinite in their decent mean… There is nothing of home in the no… The fulsome fire. The atmosphere
A Late Lark Twitters From the Quiet Skies

the quiet skies: And from the west, Where the sun, his day’s work ende… Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city
O Gather Me the Rose

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To my Mother

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