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To a Day

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Drawing the boundary…

On Tea

by Edmund Waller

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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To a Day

by Philip Bourke Marston

Shall I sing of the earth or of the sea? — 
Of bright-wing'd Mirth, that stays its hour, and flies, 
On fickle wings, to far-off, alien skies; 
Shall I praise these, O Day, and not praise thee 
That giv'st me rare, sweet gifts, — yea, was to me 
As sudden fire; a rapture for mine eyes. 
That made my roused, stung heart to swell and rise, 
Filling it with the joy of joys to be ? 

The year returns, but thee I see no more, — 
Gone as a man's first dream of goodness goes; 
But, where less joys are as forgotten things, 
When I draw near to the pale, shadow-shore, 
Be with me then, to fight against my foes; 
Kiss me, and guard me! hide me with thy wings. 

On Tea

by Edmund Waller

Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her bays;
Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes to praise.
The best of Queens, and best of herbs, we owe
To that bold nation, which the way did show
To the fair region where the sun doth rise,
Whose rich productions we so justly prize.
The Muse's friend, tea does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapors which the head invade,
And keep the palace of the soul serene,
Fit on her birthday to salute the Queen.

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