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The level of the parlour floor Was honest, homely, Scottish shore; But when we climbed upon a chair, Behold the gorgeous East was there! THE LEVEL OF THE PARLOR FLOOR HONEST HOMELY SCOTT ASHORE BUT ONE WE CLIMBED UPON A CHAIR BEE HOLD THE GORGEOUS EASTERS THERE
elds a stranger race. The river, on from mill to mill, Flows past our childhood's garden still; But ah! we children never more Shall watch it from the water-door. Below the yew--it still is there-- Our phantom voices haunt the air As we were still at play, And I can hear them call and say: "_How far is it to Babylon?_" Ah, far enough, my dear, Far, far enough from here-- Yet you have farther gone! "_Can I get there by candlelight?_" So goes the old refrain. I do not know--perchance you might-- But only, children, hear it right, Ah, never to return again! The eternal dawn, beyond a doubt, Shall break on hill and plain, And put all stars and candles out Ere we be young again. To you in distant India, these I send across the seas, Nor count it far across. For which of us forgets The Indian cabinets, The bones of antelope, the wings of albatross, The pied and painted birds and beans, The junks and bangles, beads and screens, The gods and sacred bells, And the loud-humming, twisting shells! HE OLD MATCH CHANGED TO DAY IT WEARS AN ALTERED FACE AND SHIELDS A STRANGER RACE THE RIVER ON FROM MILL TO MILL FLOWS PAST OUR CHILDHOOD GARDEN STILL BUT AH WE CHILDREN NEVERMORE SHALL WATCH IT FROM THE WATER DOOR BELOW THE YOUTH IT STILL IS THERE OUR FOUNTAIN VOICE HAUNT THE AIR AS WE WERE STILL IN PLAY AND I CAN HEAR THEM CALL AND SAY HOW FAR IS THIS BABYLOAD AFAR ENOUGH MY DEAR FAR FAR ENOUGH FROM HERE YET YOU HAVE FURTHER GONE CAN I GET THERE BY CANDLE LIGHT SO GOES THE OLD REFRAIN I DO NOT KNOW PERCHANCE YOU MIGHT BUT ALL THE CHILDREN HEAR IT RIGHT AH NEVER TO RETURN AGAIN THE ETERNAL DOG BEYOND THE DOAT SHALL BREAK ON HILL AND PLAIN AND PULL STARS AND CANDLES OUT ER WE'LL BE YOUNG AGAIN TO YOU IN DISTANT INDIA THOSE I SEND ACROSS THE SEAS NOR COUNT IT FAR ACROSS FOR WHICH OF US FORGET THE INDIAN CABINS THE BONES OF ANTELOPE BLUING OF ALBATROSS THE PIED AND PAINTED BIRDS AND BEANS THE JUMPS AND BANGLES BEADS AND SCREENS THE GODS AND SACRED BELT AND THE LOUD HUMMING TWISTING SHELLS
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