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1The [blank_start]fountains[blank_end] mingle with the [blank_start]river[blank_end]
And the [blank_start]rivers[blank_end] with the [blank_start]ocean[blank_end],
The [blank_start]winds of heaven[blank_end] mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law [blank_start]divine[blank_end]
In one another’s being mingle—
Why not I with thine?
See the [blank_start]mountains[blank_end] kiss high [blank_start]heaven[blank_end],
And the [blank_start]waves[blank_end] clasp one another;
No [blank_start]sister-flower[blank_end] would be [blank_start]forgiven[blank_end]
If it disdain’d its [blank_start]brother[blank_end];
And the [blank_start]sunlight[blank_end] clasps the [blank_start]earth[blank_end],
And the [blank_start]moonbeams[blank_end] kiss the [blank_start]sea[blank_end]—
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?- Afountains
- Briver
- Crivers
- Docean
- Ewinds of heaven
- Fdivine
- Gmountains
- Hheaven
- Iwaves
- Jsister-flower
- Kforgiven
- Lbrother
- Msunlight
- Nearth
- Omoonbeams
- Psea
2I think of thee!—my thoughts do [blank_start]twine[blank_end] and [blank_start]bud[blank_end]
About thee, as [blank_start]wild vines[blank_end], about a [blank_start]tree[blank_end],
Put out broad [blank_start]leaves[blank_end], and soon there 's nought to see
Except the straggling [blank_start]green[blank_end] which hides the [blank_start]wood[blank_end].
Yet, O my [blank_start]palm-tree[blank_end], be it understood
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee
Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a [blank_start]strong tree[blank_end] should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy [blank_start]trunk[blank_end] all bare,
And let these bands of [blank_start]greenery[blank_end] which insphere thee
Drop heavily down,—burst, shattered, everywhere!
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee
And breathe within thy shadow a new air,
I do not think of thee—I am too near thee.- Atwine
- Bbud
- Cwild vines
- Dtree
- Eleaves
- Fgreen
- Gpalm-tree
- Hwood
- Istrong tree
- Jtrunk
- Kgreenery
3We stood by a [blank_start]pond[blank_end] that [blank_start]winter[blank_end] day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of [blank_start]God[blank_end],
And a few [blank_start]leaves[blank_end] lay on the [blank_start]starving sod[blank_end];
– They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro
On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous [blank_start]bird[blank_end] a-wing….
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God curst [blank_start]sun[blank_end], and a [blank_start]tree[blank_end],
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.- Apond
- Bwinter
- CGod
- Dleaves
- Estarving sod
- Fbird
- Gtree
- Hsun
4Three [blank_start]summers[blank_end] since I chose a maid,
Too young maybe—but more’s to do
At harvest-time than bide and woo.
When us was wed she turned afraid
Of love and me and all things [blank_start]human[blank_end];
Like the [blank_start]shut[blank_end] of a [blank_start]winter’s day[blank_end]
Her smile went out, and ’twadn’t a woman—
More like a little frightened [blank_start]fay[blank_end].
One night, in the Fall, she runned away.
“Out ’mong the sheep, her be,” they said,
’Should properly have been abed;
But sure enough she wadn’t there
Lying awake with her wide brown stare.
So over seven-acre field and up-along across the down
We chased her, flying like a [blank_start]hare[blank_end]
Before out lanterns. To Church-Town
All in a shiver and a scare
We caught her, fetched her home at last
And turned the key upon her, fast.
She does the work about the house
As well as most, but like a [blank_start]mouse[blank_end]:
Happy enough to chat and play
With [blank_start]birds and rabbits[blank_end] and such as they,
So long as men-folk keep away.
“Not near, not near!” her eyes beseech
When one of us comes within reach.
The women say that [blank_start]beasts[blank_end] in stall
Look round like children at her call.
I’ve hardly heard her speak at all.
Shy as a [blank_start]leveret[blank_end], swift as he,
Straight and slight as a young [blank_start]larch tree[blank_end],
Sweet as the first [blank_start]wild violets[blank_end], she,
To her wild self. But what to me?
The short days shorten and the [blank_start]oaks[blank_end] are brown,
The blue smoke rises to the low grey sky,
One [blank_start]leaf[blank_end] in the still air falls slowly down,
A [blank_start]magpie’s spotted feathers[blank_end] lie
On the [blank_start]black earth[blank_end] spread white with rime,
The berries redden up to Christmas-time.
What’s Christmas-time without there be
Some other in the house than we!
She sleeps up in the attic there
Alone, poor maid. ’Tis but a stair
Betwixt us. Oh! my God! the down,
The soft young [blank_start]down[blank_end] of her, the brown,
The brown of her—her eyes, her hair, her hair!- Asummers
- Bhuman
- Cshut
- Dwinter’s day
- Efay
- Fhare
- Gmouse
- Hbirds and rabbits
- Ibeasts
- Jleveret
- Klarch tree
- Lwild violets
- Moaks
- Nleaf
- Omagpie’s spotted feathers
- Pblack earth
- Qdown
5In February, digging his garden, planting potatoes,
he saw the [blank_start]first lapwings return[blank_end] and came
indoors to write to me, his knuckles singing
as they reddened in the warmth.
It’s not romance, simply how things are.
You out there, in the [blank_start]cold[blank_end], seeing the [blank_start]seasons[blank_end]
turning, me with my heartful of headlines
feeding words onto a blank screen.
Is your life more real because you dig and sow?
You wouldn’t say so, [blank_start]breaking ice[blank_end] on a waterbutt,
clearing a path through [blank_start]snow[blank_end]. Still, it’s you
who sends me word of that other world
pouring air and light into an envelope. So that
at night, watching the same news in different houses,
our souls tap out messages across the icy miles.- Afirst lapwings return
- Bcold
- Cseasons
- Dbreaking ice
- Esnow
6The [blank_start]clouds[blank_end] had given their all –
two days of [blank_start]rain[blank_end] and then a break
in which we walked,
the [blank_start]waterlogged[blank_end] earth
[blank_start]gulping for breath[blank_end] at our feet
as we skirted the lake, silent and apart,
until the [blank_start]swans[blank_end] came and stopped us
with a show of tipping in unison.
As if rolling weights down their bodies to their heads
they halved themselves in the dark water,
[blank_start]icebergs[blank_end] of [blank_start]white feather[blank_end], paused before returning again
like boats righting in rough weather.
‘They mate for life’ you said as they left,
porcelain over the stilling water. I didn’t reply
but as we moved on through the afternoon light,
slow-stepping in the lake’s shingle and sand,
I noticed our hands, that had, somehow,
[blank_start]swum[blank_end] the distance between us
and folded, one over the other,
like a [blank_start]pair of wings[blank_end] settling after flight- Aclouds
- Brain
- Cwaterlogged
- Dgulping for breath
- Eswans
- Ficebergs
- Gwhite feather
- Hswum
- Ipair of wings
7I decide to do it free, without a rope or net.
First, the old brogues, [blank_start]dusty and cracked[blank_end];
an easy scramble onto his trousers,
pushing into the weave, trying to get a grip.
By the overhanging shirt I change
direction, traverse along his belt
to an [blank_start]earth-stained[blank_end] hand. The nails
are [blank_start]splintered[blank_end] and give good purchase,
the skin of his finger is smooth and thick
like [blank_start]warm ice[blank_end]. On his arm I discover
the glassy ridge of a scar, place my feet
gently in the old stitches and move on.
At his still firm shoulder, I rest for a while
in the [blank_start]shade[blank_end], not looking down,
for climbing has its dangers, then pull
myself up the loose skin of his neck
to a smiling mouth to drink among teeth.
Refreshed, I cross the screed cheek,
to stare into his brown eyes, watch a pupil
slowly open and close. Then up over
the forehead, the wrinkles well-spaced
and easy, to his thick hair (soft and white
at this altitude), reaching for the summit,
where gasping for breath I can only lie
watching [blank_start]clouds and birds[blank_end] circle,
feeling his heat, knowing
the slow pulse of his good heart.- Adusty and cracked
- Bearth-stained
- Csplintered
- Dwarm ice
- Eshade
- Fclouds and birds
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- GCSE English, Maths and Spanish (English Lit - Anthology Poetry) Quiz on Poerty - Nature, created by Carmen Watson on 04/02/2018.
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