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Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, “we will return no more”。 And all at once they sang, “Our island home Is far beyond the wave。 we will no longer roam.” Tennyson, “The Lotus Eaters” 20 Listen! You hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Arnold, “Dover Beach” 21 I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks。 And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads。 And then a quarry pare To fit its ribs, And crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza。 Then chase itself down hill And neigh like Boanerges。 Then, punctual as a star, Stop—docile and omnipotent— At its own stable door. Emily Dickinson 22 I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small And listen to an old man not at all。 They want the young men?s whispering and sighing. But see the roses on your trellis dying And hear the spectral singing of the moon For I must have my lovely lady soon. I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying. I am a lady young in beauty waiting Until my truelove es, and then we kiss. But what gray man among the vines is this Whose words are dry and faint as in a dream? Back from my trellis, sir, before I scream! I am a lady young in beauty waiting. Ransom, “Piazza Piece”