{"product_id":"9786059285209","title":"Orchard and Vineyard","description":"\u003cp\u003eESCAPE\u003cbr\u003eCOME, shall we go, my comrade, from this den\u003cbr\u003eWhere falsehood reigns and we have dallied long?\u003cbr\u003eExchange the curious vanities of men\u003cbr\u003eFor roads of freedom and for ships of song?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eWe came as strangers, came to learn and look,\u003cbr\u003eTo hear their music, drink the wine they gave.\u003cbr\u003eNow let us hence again; the happy brook\u003cbr\u003eShall quench our thirst, our music be the wave.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eCome! they are feasting, let us steal away.\u003cbr\u003eBeyond the doors the night awaits us, sweet.\u003cbr\u003eTo-morrow we shall see the break of day,\u003cbr\u003eAnd goat-herds’ pipes shall lead our roaming feet.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eTO EVE IN TEARS\u003cbr\u003eYOU laughed, and all the fountains of the East\u003cbr\u003eLeapt up to Heaven with their diamond rain\u003cbr\u003eTo hang in light, and when your laughter ceased\u003cbr\u003eDropped shivered arrows to the ground again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eYou laughed, and from the belfries of the earth\u003cbr\u003eThe music rippled like a shaken pool;\u003cbr\u003eAnd listless banners at the breeze of mirth\u003cbr\u003eWere stirred in harbours suddenly made cool.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eYou wept, and all the music of the air\u003cbr\u003e—As when a hand is laid upon a bell—\u003cbr\u003eWas stilled, and Dryads of the tossing hair\u003cbr\u003eCrept back abashed within the secret dell.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eMARIANA IN THE NORTH\u003cbr\u003eALL her youth is gone, her beautiful youth outworn,\u003cbr\u003eDaughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her home\u003cbr\u003eNo longer know her step on the upland tracks forlorn\u003cbr\u003eWhere she was wont to roam.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eAll her hounds are dead, her beautiful hounds are dead,\u003cbr\u003eThat paced beside the hoofs of her high and nimble horse,\u003cbr\u003eOr streaked in lean pursuit of the tawny hare that fled\u003cbr\u003eOut of the yellow gorse.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eAll her lovers have passed, her beautiful lovers have passed,\u003cbr\u003eThe young and eager men that fought for her arrogant hand,\u003cbr\u003eAnd the only voice which endures to mourn for her at the last\u003cbr\u003eIs the voice of the lonely land.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eSORROW OF DEPARTURE. For D.\u003cbr\u003eHE sat among the shadows lost,\u003cbr\u003eAnd heard the careless voice speak on\u003cbr\u003eOf life when he was gone from home,\u003cbr\u003eOf days that he had made his own,\u003cbr\u003eFamiliar schemes that he had known,\u003cbr\u003eAnd dates that he had cherished most\u003cbr\u003eAs star-points in the year to come,\u003cbr\u003eAnd he was suddenly alone,\u003cbr\u003eThinking (not bitterly,\u003cbr\u003eBut with a grave regret) that he\u003cbr\u003eWas in that room a ghost.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eHe sat among the shades apart,\u003cbr\u003eThe careless voice he scarcely heard.\u003cbr\u003eIn that arrested hour there stirred\u003cbr\u003eShy birds of beauty in his heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eThe clouds of March he would not see\u003cbr\u003eAcross the sky race royally,\u003cbr\u003eNor yet the drift of daffodil\u003cbr\u003eHe planted with so glad a hand,\u003cbr\u003eNor yet the loveliness he planned\u003cbr\u003eFor summer’s sequence to fulfil,\u003cbr\u003eNor trace upon the hill\u003cbr\u003eThe annual waking of the land,\u003cbr\u003eNor meditative stand\u003cbr\u003eTo watch the turning of the mill.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe would not pause above the Weald\u003cbr\u003eWith twilight falling dim,\u003cbr\u003eAnd mark the chequer-board of field,\u003cbr\u003eThe water gleaming like a shield,\u003cbr\u003eThe oast-house in the elms concealed,\u003cbr\u003eNor see, from heaven’s chalice-rim,\u003cbr\u003eThe vintaged sunset brim,\u003cbr\u003eNor yet the high, suspended star\u003cbr\u003eHanging eternally afar.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eThese things would be, but not for him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eAt summer noon he would not lie\u003cbr\u003eOne with his cutter’s rise and dip,\u003cbr\u003eFree with the wind and sea and sky,\u003cbr\u003eAnd watch the dappled waves go by,\u003cbr\u003eThe sea-gulls scream and slip;\u003cbr\u003eWhite sails, white birds, white clouds, white foam,\u003cbr\u003eWhite cliffs that curled the love of home\u003cbr\u003eAround him like a whip....\u003cbr\u003eHe would not see that summer noon\u003cbr\u003eFade into dusk from light,\u003cbr\u003eWhile he on shifting waters bright\u003cbr\u003eSailed idly on, beneath the moon\u003cbr\u003eClimbing the dome of night.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eThis was his dream of happy things\u003cbr\u003eThat he had loved through many springs,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eAnd never more might know.\u003cbr\u003eBut man must pass the shrouded gate\u003cbr\u003eCompanioned by his secret fate,\u003cbr\u003eAnd he must lonely go,\u003cbr\u003eAnd none can help or understand,\u003cbr\u003eFor other men may touch his hand,\u003cbr\u003eBut none the soul below.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"eKitap Projesi","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47140595466480,"sku":"9786059285209","price":2.34,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9786059285209_p0.jpg?v=1763717075","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9786059285209","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}