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My days among the Dead are past

by Robert Southey

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Drawing the boundary…

To a Very Slow Air

by Philip Arthur Larkin

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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My days among the Dead are past

by Robert Southey

My days among the Dead are past;
  Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast
  The mighty minds of old;
My never failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.

With them I take delight in weal,
  And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
  How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedew'd
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.

My thoughts are with the Dead, with them
  I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
  Partake their hopes and fears,
And from their lessons seek and find
Instruction with an humble mind.

My hopes are with the Dead, anon
  My place with them will be,
And I with them shall travel on
  Through all Futurity;
Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
That will not perish in the dust.

To a Very Slow Air

by Philip Arthur Larkin

The golden sheep are feeding, and 
Their mouths harbour contentment,
Gladly my tongue praises 
This hour scourged of dissension 
By weight of their joyous fleeces.

The cloven hills are kneeling,
The sun such an anointment
Upon the forehead, on the hands and feet,
That all air is appointed
Our candid clothing, our elapsing state.

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