A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. the folk who are buying and selling, the clouds on their journey above, the cold wet winds ever blowing, and the shadow hazel grove where mouse-grey waters are flowing, threaten the head that i love.
I WILL ARISE AND GO NOW,AND GO TO INNISFREE, AND A SMALL CABIN BUILD THERE.OF CLAY AND WATTLES MADE. NINE BEAN-ROWS WILL I HAVE THERE,A HIVE FOR THE HONEY-BEE,AND LIVE ALONE IN THE BEE-LOUD GLADE.
AND I SHALL HAVE SOME PEACE THERE,FOR PEACE COMES DROPPING SLOW, DROPPING FROM THE THE VEILS OF THE MORNING TO WHERE THE CRICKET SINGS,
THERE MIDNIGHT'S ALL A GLIMMER,AND NOON A PURPLE GLOW,AND EVENING FULL OF THE LINNET'S WINGS.
I WILL ARISE AND GO NOW,FOR ALWAYS NIGHT AND DAY I HEAR LAKE WATER LAPPING WITH LOW SOUNDS BY THE SHORE; WHILE I STAND ON THE ROADWAY, OR ON THE PAVEMENTS GREY; I HEAR IT IN THE DEEP HEART'S CORE...
rose of all roses,rose of all the world! the tall thought-woven sails,that flap unfurled above the tide of hours, trouble the air, and god's bell buoyed to be the water's care while hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band with blown,spray-dabbled hair gather at hand.
turn if you may from battles never done. i call, as they go by me one by one, danger no refuge holds,and war no peace. for him who hears love sing and never cease, beside her clean-swept hearth, her guiet shade. but gather all for whom no love hath made a woven silence, or but came to cast a song into the air,and singing passed to smile on the pale down,and gather you who have sought more than is in rain or dew, or in the sun and moon,or on the earth, or sighs amid the wandering,starry mirth. or comes in laughter from the sea's sad lips. and wage god's battle in the long grey ships.
the sad, the lonely, the insatiable to these old night shall all her mystery tell, god'sbell has claimed them the little cry of their sad hearts, that may not live nor die.
rose of all roses,rose of all the world! you,too,have come where the dim tides are hurled upon the warves of sorrow,and heard ring the bell that calls us on,the sweet far thing.
beauty grown sad with its eternity made you of us,and of the dim grey sea. our long ships loose thought-wovensails and wait, for god has bid them share an egual fate, and when at last, defeated in his wars, they have gone down under the same white stars. we shall no longer hear the little cry of our sad hearts,that may not live nor die...
WHO DREAMED THAT BEAUTY PASSES LIKE A DREAM? FOR THESE RED LIPS, WITH ALL THEIR MOUNTFUL PRIDE MOUNTFULTHAT NO NEW WONDER MAY BETIDE, TROY PASSED AWAY IN ONE HIGH FUNERAL GLEAM, AND USNA'S CHILDREN DIED.
WE AND THE LABOURING WORLD ARE PASSING BY: AMID MEN'S SOULS, THAT WAVER AND GIVE PLACE LIKE THE PALE WATERS IN THEIR WINTRY RACE, UNDER THE PASSING STAS;FOAM OF THE SKY. LIVES ON THIS LONELY FACE.
BOW DOWN,ARCHANGEL, IN YOUR DIM ABODE: BEFORE YOU WERE,OR ANY HEARTS TO BEAT, WEARY AND KIND ONE LINGERED BY HIS SEAT; HE MADE THE WORLD TO BE A GRASSY ROAD BEFORE HER WANDERING FEET........
YOU'RE NOT ALONE TOGETHER WE STAND I'll BE BY YOUR SIDE, YOU KNOW I'll
TAKE YOUR HAND WHEN IT GETS COLD AND IT FEELS LIKE THE END THERE'S NO PLACE TO GO
YOU KNOW I WONT GIVE IN NO I WONT GIVE IN
KEEP HOLDING ON CAUSE YOU KNOW WELL MAKE IT THROUGH,WELL MAKE IT THROUGH JUST STAY STRONG
CAUSE YOU KNOW I'M HERE FOR YOU. IM HERE FOR YOU THERE'S NOTHING YOU COULD SAY
NOTHING YOU COULD DO THERE'S NO OTHER WAY WHEN IT COMES TO THE TRUTH
KEEP HOLDING ON CAUSE YOU KNOW WE'LL MAKE IT THROUGH. WELL MAKE IT THROUGH SO FAR AWAY...
I WISH YOU WERE HERE BEFORE ITS TOO LATE. THIS COULD ALL DISAPPER BEFORE THE DOORS CLOSE AND IT COMES TO AN END WITH YOU BY MY SIDE I WILL FIGHT AND DEFEND