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When You Are Old ----Yeats When you are old and gray and full of sleep

And nodding by the fire,take down this book,

And slowly read,and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true;

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead,

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

A Little Boy Lost

Nought loves another as itself Nor venerates another so.

Nor is it possible to Thought

A greater than itself to know:

And Father, how can I love you, Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird

That picks up crumbs around

the door.

The Priest sat by and heard the

child.

In trembling zeal he siez'd his

hair:

He led him by his little coat;

And all admir'd the Priestly care.

And standing on the altar high,

Lo what a fiend is here! said he:

One who sets reason up for

judge

Of our most holy Mystery.

The weeping child could not be

heard,

The weeping parents wept in

vain:

They strip'd him to his little shirt.

And bound him in an iron chain.

And burn'd him in a holy place,

Where many had been burn'd

before:

The weeping parents wept in

vain.

Are such things done on Albions

shore.

London

I wander thro' each charter'd

street.

Near where the charter'd

Thames does flow

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness, marks of

woe,

In every cry of every Man,

In every Infants cry of fear.

In every voice; in every ban,

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry

Every blackning Church appalls.

And the hapless Soldiers sigh

Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro' midnight streets

I hear

How the youthful Harlots curse

Blasts the new-born Infants tear

And blights with plagues the

Marriage hearse

Preface to Milton

And did those feet in ancient

time,

Walk upon Englands mountains

green:

And was the holy Lamb of God,

On Englands pleasant pastures

seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,

Shine forth upon our clouded

hills?

And was Jerusalem builded

here,

Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning

gold:

Bring me my Arrows of desire:

Bring me my Spear: O clouds

unfold!

Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental

Fight,

Nor shall my Sword sleep in my

hand:

Till we have built Jerusalem,

In Englands green and pleasant

Land.

The Chimney Sweeper

When my mother died I was

very young,

And my father sold me while yet

my tongue,

Could scarcely cry weep weep

weep weep.

So your chimneys I sweep and in

soot I sleep.

Theres little Tom Dacre. who

cried when his head,

That curl'd like a lambs back,

was shav'd, so I said,

Hush Tom never mind it, for

when your head's bare,

You know that the soot cannot

spoil your white hair.

And so he was quiet, and that

very night,

As Tom was a sleeping he had

such a sight,

That thousands of sweepers

Dick, Joe, Ned and Jack

Were all of them lock'd up in

coffins of black,

And by came an Angel who had

a bright key

And he open'd the coffins and

set them all free.

Then down a green plain leaping

laughing they run

And wash in a river and shine in

the Sun.

Then naked and white, all their

bags left behind,

They rise upon clouds, and sport

in the wind.

And the Angel told Tom if he'd

be a good boy.

He'd have God for his father and

never want joy.

And so Tom awoke and we rose

in the dark

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