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1 Move him into the sun--
2 Gently its touch awoke him once, 3 At home, whispering of fields unsown. 4 Always it awoke him, even in France, 5 Until this morning and this snow. 6 If anything might rouse him now 7 The kind old sun will know. 8 Think how it wakes the seeds-- 9 Woke, once, the clays of a cold star. 10 Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides 11 Full-nerved,--still warm,--too hard to stir? 12 Was it for this the clay grew tall? 13 --O what made fatuous sunbeams toil 14 To break earth's sleep at all? Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |