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Robert Graves - Nine O`Clock
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I.

Nine of the clock, oh!
  Wake my lazy head!
Your shoes of red morocco,
  Your silk bed-gown:
Rouse, rouse, speck-eyed Mary
  In your high bed!
A yawn, a smile, sleepy-starey,
  Mary climbs down.
"Good-morning to my brothers,
  Good-day to the Sun,
Halloo, halloo to the lily-white sheep
  That up the mountain run."

   II.

Good-night to the meadow, farewell to the nine o`clock Sun,
"He loves me not, loves me, he loves me not" (O jealous one!)
"He loves me, he loves me not, loves me"--O soft nights of June,
A bird sang for love on the cherry-bough: up swam the Moon.
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