John Freeman Biography

Let me not see your grief!
O, let not any see
That grief,
Nor how your heart still rocks
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Than these November skies
Is no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep;
Into their grey the subtle spies
Of colour creep,
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There is not anything more wonderful
Than a great people moving towards the deep
Of an unguessed and unfeared future; nor
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It was a day
All blue and lifting white,
When I went into the fields with Frank
To fly his kite.
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Hateful it seems now, yet was I not happy?
Starved of the things I loved, I did not know
I loved them, and was happy lacking them.
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