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Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2016 11:05:08 -0400 From: "Printer Ink" <printer-ink@hnozq.com> To: <mit-talk-mtg@charon.mit.edu> <html> <head>=20 <title>1ink Saves You Money on Printer Ink!</title>=20 </head>=20 <body> 1ink Saves You Money on Printer Ink!=20 <h1>1 Ink</h1>=20 <p>Don't pay a fortune for printer ink. Save with 1ink! 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Now sweet, sweet it is through the land to be straying Mid= the birds and the blossoms and the beasts of the field; Love mingles with = love, and no evil is weighing On thy heart or mine, where all sorrow is hea= led. From township to township, o'er down and by tillage Far, far have we w= andered and long was the day, But now cometh eve at the end of the village,= Where over the grey wall the church riseth grey. There is wind in the twil= ight; in the white road before us The straw from the ox-yard is blowing abo= ut; The moon's rim is rising, a star glitters o'er us, And the vane on the = spire-top is swinging in doubt. Down there dips the highway, toward the bri= dge crossing over The brook that runs on to the Thames and the sea. Draw cl= oser, my sweet, we are lover and lover; This eve art thou given to gladness= and me. Shall we be glad always? Come closer and hearken: Three fields fur= ther on, as they told me down there, When the young moon has set, if the Ma= rch sky should darken, We might see from the hill-top the great city's glar= e. Hark, the wind in the elm-boughs! From London it bloweth, And telling of= gold, and of hope and unrest; Of power that helps not; of wisdom that know= eth, But teacheth not aught of the worst and the best. Of the rich men it t= elleth, and strange is the story How they have, and they hanker, and grip f= ar and wide; And they live and they die, and the earth and its glory Has be= en but a burden they scarce might abide. Hark! the March wind again of a pe= ople is telling; Of the life that they live there, so haggard and grim, Tha= t if we and our love amidst them had been dwelling My fondness had faltered= , thy beauty grown dim. This land we have loved in our love and our leisure= For them hangs in heaven, high out of their reach; The wide hills o'er the= sea-plain for them have no pleasure, The grey homes of their fathers no st= ory to teach. The singers have sung and the builders have builded, The pain= ters have fashioned their tales of delight; For what and for whom hath the = world's book been gilded, When all is for these but the blackness of night?= How long and for what is their patience abiding? How oft and how oft shall= their story be told, While the hope that none seeketh in darkness is hidin= g And in grief and in sorrow the world groweth old? Come back to the inn, l= ove, and the lights and the fire, And the fiddler's old tune and the shuffl= ing of feet; For there in a while shall be rest and desire, And there shall= the morrow's uprising be sweet. Yet, love, as we wend the wind bloweth beh= ind us And beareth the last tale it telleth to-night, How here in the sprin= g-tide the message shall find us; For the hope that none seeketh is coming = to light. Like the seed of midwinter, unheeded, unperished, Like the autumn= -sown wheat 'neath the snow lying green, Like the love that o'ertook us, un= awares and uncherished, Like the babe 'neath thy girdle that groweth unseen= , So the hope of the people now buddeth and groweth - Rest fadeth before it= , and blindness and fear; It biddeth us learn all the wisdom it knoweth; It= hath found us and held us, and biddeth us hear: For it beareth the message= : "Rise up on the morrow And go on your ways toward the doubt and the = strife; Join hope to our hope and blend sorrow with sorrow, And seek for me= n's love in the short days of life." But lo, the old inn, and the ligh= ts and the fire, And the fiddler's old tune and the shuffling of feet; Soon= for us shall be quiet and rest and desire, And to-morrow's uprising to dee= ds shall be sweet. THE BRIDGE AND THE STREET In the midst of the bridge the= re we stopped and we wondered In London at last, and the moon going down, A= ll sullied and red where the mast-wood was sundered By the void of the nigh= t-mist, the breath of the town. On each side lay the City, and Thames ran b= etween it Dark, struggling, unheard 'neath the wheels and the feet. A stran= ge dream it was that we ever had seen it, And strange was the hope we had w= andered to meet. Was all nought but confusion? What man and what master Had= each of these people that hastened along? Like a flood flowed the faces, a= nd faster and faster Went the drift of the feet of the hurrying throng. Til= l all these seemed but one thing, and we twain another, A thing frail and f= eeble and young and unknown; What sign mid all these to tell foeman from br= other? What sign of the hope in our hearts that had grown? We went to our l= odging afar from the river, And slept and forgot--and remembered in dreams;= And friends that I knew not I strove to deliver From a crowd that swept o'= er us in measureless streams, Wending whither I knew not: till meseemed I w= as waking To the first night in London, and lay by my love, And she worn an= d changed, and my very heart aching With a terror of soul that forbade me t= o move. Till I woke, in good sooth, and she lay there beside me, Fresh, lov= ely in sleep; but awhile yet I lay, For the fear of the dream-tide yet seem= ed to abide me In the cold and sad time ere the dawn of the day. Then I wen= t to the window, and saw down below me The market-wains wending adown the d= im street, And the scent of the hay and the herbs seemed to know me, And se= ek out my heart the dawn's sorrow to meet. They passed, and day grew, and w= ith pitiless faces The dull houses stared on the prey they had trapped; 'Tw= as as though they had slain all the fair morning places Where in love and i= n leisure our joyance had happed. My heart sank; I murmured, "What's t= his we are doing In this grim net of London, this prison built stark With t= he greed of the ages, our young lives pursuing A phantom that leads but to = death in the dark?" Day grew, and no longer was dusk with it striving,= And now here and there a few people went by. As an image of what was once = eager and living Seemed the hope that had led us to live or to die. Yet nou= ght else seemed happy; the past and its pleasure Was light, and unworthy, h= ad been and was gone; If hope had deceived us, if hid were its treasure, No= ught now would be left us of all life had won. O love, stand beside me; the= sun is uprisen On the first day of London; and shame hath been here. For I= saw our new life like the bars of a prison, And hope grew a-cold, and I pa= rleyed with fear. Ah! I sadden thy face, and thy grey eyes are chiding! Yea= , but life is no longer as stories of yore; From us from henceforth no fair= words shall be hiding The nights of the wretched, the days of the poor. Ti= me was we have grieved, we have feared, we have faltered, For ourselves, fo= r each other, while yet we were twain; And no whit of the world by our sorr= ow was altered, Our faintness grieved nothing, our fear was in vain. Now ou= r fear and our faintness, our sorrow, our passion, We shall feel all hencef= orth as we felt it erewhile; But now from all this the due deeds we shall f= ashion Of the eyes without blindness, the heart without guile. Let us griev= e then--and help every soul in our sorrow; Let us fear--and press forward w= here few dare to go; Let us falter in hope--and plan deeds for the morrow, = The world crowned with freedom, the fall of the foe. As the soldier who goe= s from his homestead a-weeping, And whose mouth yet remembers his sweethear= t's embrace, While all round about him the bullets are sweeping, But stern = and stout-hearted dies there in his place; Yea, so let our lives be! e'en s= uch that hereafter, When the battle is won and the story is told, Our pain = shall be hid, and remembered our laughter, And our names shall be those of = the bright and the bold. NOTE--This section had the following note in The C= ommonweal. 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