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Alfred Austin - Let The Weary World Go Round
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Let the weary world go round!
 What care I?
 Life`s a surfeiting of sound:
 I would die.
 It would be so sweet to lie
 Under waving grasses,
 Where a maiden`s footstep sly,
 Tremulous for a lover nigh,
 Sometimes passes.

 Why, why remain?
 Graves are the sovereign simples
 Against life`s pain;
  Graves are the sheltering wimples
 Against life`s rain;
 Graves are a mother`s dimples
 When we complain.

 O Death! beautiful Death!
 Why do they thee disfigure?
 To me thy touch, thy breath,
 Hath nor alarm nor rigour.
 Thee do I long await;
 I think thee very late;
 I pine much to be going.
 Others have gone before;
 I hunger more and more
 To know what they are knowing.

 Heart, heart! be thou content!
 Accept thy banishment;
  Like other sorrows, life will end for thee.
 Yet for a little while
 Bear with this harsh exìle,
 And Death will soften and will send for thee.
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