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When First

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Edward Thomas
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HEN first I came here I had hope,Hope for I knew not what. Fast beatMy heart at sight of the tall slopeOr grass and yews, as if my feet Only by scaling its steps of chalkWould see something no other hillEver disclosed. And now I walkDown it the last time. Never will My heart beat so again at sightOf any hill although as fairAnd loftier. For infiniteThe change, late unperceived, this year, The twelfth, suddenly, shows me plain.Hope now,--not health, nor cheerfulness,Since they can come and go again,As often one brief hour witnesses,-- Just hope has gone for ever. PerhapsI may love other hills yet moreThan this: the future and the mapsHide something I was waiting for. One thing I know, that love with chanceAnd use and time and necessityWill grow, and louder the heart's danceAt parting than at meeting be.
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