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/ Let us go far from here! / Here there is sadness in the early year: / Here sorrow waits where joy went laughing late: / The sicklied face of heaven hangs like hate / Above the woodland and the meadowland; / And Spring hath taken fire in her hand / Of frost and made a dead bloom of her face, / Which was a flower of marvel once and grace, / And sweet serenity and stainless glow. / Delay not. Let us go.
/ Let us go far away / Into the sunrise of a fairer May: / Where all the nights resign them to the moon, / And drug their souls with odor and soft tune, / And tell their dreams in starlight: where the hours / Teach immortality with fadeless flowers; / And all the day the bee weights down the bloom, / And all the night the moth shakes strange perfume, / Like music, from the flower-bells' affluence. / Let us go far from hence.