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I Was Born
Let me count the days since spring And with jays and canaries sing The moment of birth. I was born At the bud of the young ram's horn Fiery as a Mars in his van of war O I love to play the cliffs and scar And dream beneath the moon. I Was born to laugh in tigers' eye. Yet on the day the calender shall count Twenty eight sunrise and no more The peaks the eagle use to mount Will call my name, no more, no more For each birthday now I hesitate Contrite to die, and will not celebrate The hurrying of my soul to the door I cried too when I entered here before. Therefore the song you hear when now I sing, is an old lament from lovers' loss The sun slants her shadows cross the bough I face northwards in the growing moss All birds fly north again, you know And yet before me the white snow The dimming light and horizon far Before ever I cross the sultry bar. I was born chasing moonbeams 'cross the sky O I was born a man and so to die.
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