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<h2><SPAN name="Poet" id="Poet"></SPAN>THE POET'S SONG</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span>The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,<br/></span> <span class="i1">He pass'd by the town and out of the street,<br/></span> <span>A light wind blew from the gates of the sun,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And waves of shadow went over the wheat,<br/></span> <span>And he sat him down in a lonely place,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And chanted a melody loud and sweet,<br/></span> <span>That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And the lark drop down at his feet.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span>The swallow stopt as he hunted the fly,<br/></span> <span class="i1">The snake slipt under a spray,<br/></span> <span>The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And stared, with his foot on the prey,<br/></span> <span>And the nightingale thought, "I have sung many songs,<br/></span> <span class="i1">But never a one so gay,<br/></span> <span>For he sings of what the world will be<br/></span> <span class="i1">When the years have died away."<br/></span></div> </div> <p class="citation"><span class="smcap">Tennyson</span></p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p>Never to tire, never to grow cold; to be patient, sympathetic, tender; to look for the budding flower, and the opening heart; to hope always, like God, to love always&mdash;this is duty.</p> <p class="citation"><span class="smcap">Amiel</span></p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />