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Turning and turning in the widening gyre

Do not go gentle into that good night,

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

I met a traveller from an antique land

Because I could not stop for Death –

Whose woods these are I think I know.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Tiger Tiger, burning bright,

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Let us go then, you and I,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

If you can keep your head when all about you

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

April is the cruellest month,

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,

I wandered lonely as a cloud