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    The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

    (W.B. Yeats)

    I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
    And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
    Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
    And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

    And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
    Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
    There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
    And evening full of the linnet's wings.

    I will arise and go now, for always night and day
    I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
    While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
    I hear it in the deep heart's core.

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    Bound To Follow

    I woke up with the dread, a stranger in my bed
    The room was cold, I swear she'd entered with no tread
    'Are you real?' I said, 'Or just somebody in my head?'
    She said 'Hush now, you must follow.'Next thing I recall I'm walking by a silver lake

    I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or awake
    She kept just ahead of me no matter how I tried to gain on her
    I knew I was bound to follow

    I don't know where I go

    All night long I trailed, following her shape
    My one and only wish – to look upon her face
    Though I seemed to be the hunter I was much more like the prey
    And I was bound to follow

    I don't know where I go

    She comes to visit me now more and more these days
    One night she'll wait for me down by the silver lake
    She'll lift her veil and show her face and take me in her cold embrace
    And to the bottom I will follow

    I don't know where I go

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    One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted

    (Emily Dickinson)

    One need not be a chamber to be haunted
    One need not be a house
    The brain has corridors surpassing
    Material place

    Far safer, of a midnight meeting
    External ghost
    Than internally confronting
    That cooler host.

    Far safer, through an abbey gallop,
    The stones a'chase
    Than unarmed, one's own self encounter,
    In a lonesome place

    Ourself behind ourself, concealed,
    Should startle most
    Assassin hid in our apartment
    Be horror's least.

    The body carries a revolver,
    He bolts the door
    O'erlooking a superior spectre
    Or more

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    Sailing To Byzantium

    (W.B. Yeats)

    That is no country for old men. The young
    In one another's arms, birds in the trees
    – Those dying generations – at their song,
    The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
    Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
    Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
    Caught in that sensual music all neglect
    Monuments of unageing intellect.

    An aged man is but a paltry thing,
    A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
    Soul clap is hands and sing, and louder sing
    For every tatter in its mortal dress,
    Nor is there singing school but studying
    Monuments of its own magnificence;
    And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
    To the holy city of Byzantium.

    O sages standing in God's holy fire
    As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
    Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
    And be the singing-masters of my soul.
    Consume my heart away; sick with desire
    And fastened to a dying animal
    It knows not what it is; and gather me
    Into the artifice of eternity.

    Once out of nature I shall never take
    My bodily form from any natural thing,
    But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
    Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
    To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
    Or set upon a golden bough to sing
    To lords and ladies of Byzantium
    Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

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    Night Ride

    Empty platforms come and go
    As I peer out the cold window
    She must be fast asleep by now
    Breathing soft and sweet and low

    The night is dark, the dark is sheer
    Not a single leaf is clear
    The moon is deep behind the clouds
    The longest evening of the year

    And now my seat begins to shake
    With the shudder of the brakes
    The stranger on my shoulder stirs
    And deeply blushes as she wakes

    The night is full of things that creep
    And I have scars that will not weep
    And miles to go before I sleep

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    Five Bells

    (Kenneth Slessor)

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    Basking Shark

    (Norman MacCaig)

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    Once In A Lifetime, Snow

    (Les Murray)

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    Woman To Man

    (Judith Wright)

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    The Chimes At Midnight

    Sitting here thinking
    By a high window
    Lights are blinking
    Down below

    Some things never
    Let you rest
    The smell of her hair
    Spread across my chest

    The chimes of midnight
    Beat the air
    The chimes of midnight
    Will take me there

    Her dark eyes wept
    Oh, how they shone
    I watched her tears
    Flow like wine

    She leaned into me
    And held me close
    I thought I heard her say
    “We are the ghosts”

    The chimes at midnight
    Sound a hollow tone
    The chimes at midnight
    Are taking me home

    Some things never
    Let you be
    Her walking to me
    Out of the sea

    The chimes at midnight
    Ring out so clear
    Now I’m ready
    To disappear

    You won’t see me
    I’ll be on the air
    The chimes at midnight
    Are taking me there

    From my high window
    I’m stepping on to the air

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    Ring Out, Wild Bells (from ‘In Memoriam’)

    (Lord Alfred Tennyson)

    Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
    The flying cloud, the frosty light;
    The year is dying in the night;
    Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
    Ring out the old, ring in the new.
    Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
    The year is going, let him go;
    Ring out the false, ring in the true.
    Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
    For those that here we see no more,
    Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
    Ring in redress to all mankind.

    Ring out a slowly dying cause,
    And ancient forms of party strife;
    Ring in the nobler modes of life,
    With sweeter manners, purer laws.
    Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
    The faithless coldness of the times;
    Ring out, ring out thy mournful rhymes,
    But ring the fuller minstrel in.

    Ring out false pride in place and blood,
    The civic slander and the spite;
    Ring in the love of truth and right,
    Ring in the common love of good.
    Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
    Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
    Ring out the thousand wars of old,
    Ring in the thousand years of peace.

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    I’m Not Afraid Of The Dark Anymore

    I'm not afraid of the dark anymore
    I'm not afraid of the dark anymore

    Daughter, dear, now dry your eyes
    I've had enough of this disguise
    You can come and talk to me
    Underneath the pepper tree

    I'm not afraid of the dark anymore

    When I was an errand boy
    Through the streets I ran for joy
    Held my bundle to my chest
    Tipped my hat to every guest

    I'm not afraid of the dark anymore

    Won't you help me tie my gown?
    I've seen endless love run down
    An old man thinks he's still a lad
    Sad songs never made me sad

    I'm not afraid of the dark anymore
    I'm not afraid of the dark anymore