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Rh Needs must I lose them, needs with heavy heart

Into the world and wave of men depart,

But Thyrsis of his own will went away.

It irked him to be here, he could not rest.

He loved each simple joy the country yields,

He loved his mates; but yet he could not keep,

For that a shadow lowered on the fields,

Here with the shepherds and the silly sheep.

Some life of men unblest

He knew, which made him droop, and filled his head.

He went; his piping took a troubled sound

Of storms that rage outside our happy ground;

He could not wait their passing; he is dead.

So, some tempestuous morn in early June,

When the year's primal burst of bloom is o'er,

Before the roses and the longest day,—

When garden-walks, and all the grassy floor,

With blossoms red and white of fallen May,

And chestnut-flowers, are strewn,—

So have I heard the cuckoo's parting cry,

From the wet field, through the vexed garden-trees,

Come with the volleying rain and tossing breeze:

The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I!

Too quick despairer, wherefore wilt thou go?

Soon will the high midsummer pomps come on,

Soon will the musk carnations break and swell,

Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon,

Sweet-william with his homely cottage-smell,

And stocks in fragrant blow;

Roses that down the alleys shine afar,

And open, jasmine-muffled lattices,