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...bowed One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest ¡0 : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of th^ mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit...

...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee ; tameless, and swift, and proud. v. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own 1 The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness....

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...in my sore need. I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! Make me thy lyre, even as the forest a ! What if my leaves are falling, like its own ? The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from thee a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness." This wild cry reminds us, by a pathetic law of...

...whose unseen presence the leave» dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, * * * * * • Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is ! What if...thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous me ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth; And, by...

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...Autumn's being, Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is ! What if my leaves are falling like, its own f The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone. Sweet though in sadness....

...One too like thee ! Tameless and swift, and proud — " And continuing to the close, he went on : " Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is ; What, if my leaves are falling like its own I The tumult of thy mighty harmonies, Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness...

...! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if...one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth ; And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an...