Light Poetry
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Or fall.html">fall into utter ruin, there's something gone, I find;
I take up fear.html">fear with my chisel, fear lies 'twixt me and my plane,
That's fear: I shall live.html">live it down--and many a thing besides
Were it not for the hope.html">hope.html">Hope of Hopes I know.html">know.html">know my journey's end,
My wife.html">wife.html">wife is my servant.html">servant, and I am the servant of my wife,
And she sickened sore for the grass and the breath of the fragrant air
To the northern slopes of the town.html">town to live with a country dame,
The woodwork worn to the bone, its panels the land of the mouse,
But this at least it was, just a cottage left in the town.
And watch the sun through the vine-leaves and fall to dreaming that soon
Or the shining mountainous straw-load: there the summer.html">summer moon would look
All London vanished away; and the morn of the summer rain
Would flutter adown before us and tell of the acres of sheaves.
All this hath our lawyer eaten, and to-morrow must we go
No words of its shabby meanness! But that is our prison-cell
The hope of the world that shall be, that rose a glimmering spark
He bewails his feeble pleasure; he quails before the curse
Nay, the man.html">man is a man, by your leave! Or put yourself in his place,
And nothing left of the life that was once so well enjoyed
Now know I the cry of the poor no more as a story heard,
Now, now when hope ariseth I shall surely know my part.
At least I was yet a-working, and earning daily bread.
That leads to the nethermost pit, man, wife and child must fare.
When I joined the Communist folk, I did what in me lay
Whatever books I could handle, and heard about and about
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