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From the French of St phane Mallarm	A
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I would immortalize these nymphs so bright	B
Their sunlit colouring so airy light	B
It floats like drowsing down Loved I a dream	A
My doubts born of oblivious darkness seem	A
A subtle tracery of branches grown	C
The tree's true self proving that I have known	C
No triumph but the shadow of a rose	D
But think These nymphs their loveliness suppose	D
They bodied forth your senses' fabulous thirst	E
Illusion which the blue eyes of the first	E
As cold and chaste as is the weeping spring	F
Beget the other sighing passioning	F
Is she the wind warm in your fleece at noon	G
No through this quiet when a weary swoon	G
Crushes and chokes the latest faint essay	H
Of morning cool against the encroaching day	H
There is no murmuring water save the gush	I
Of my clear fluted notes and in the hush	I
Blows never a wind save that which through my reed	J
Puffs out before the rain of notes can speed	J
Upon the air with that calm breath of art	K
That mounts the unwrinkled zenith visibly	L
Where inspiration seeks its native sky	F
You fringes of a calm Sicilian lake	F
The sun's own mirror which I love to take	F
Silent beneath your starry flowers tell	M
How here I cut the hollow rushes well	M
Tamed by my skill when on the glaucous gold	N
Of distant lawns about their fountain cold	N
A living whiteness stirs like a lazy wave	O
And at the first slow notes my panpipes gave	O
These flocking swans these naiads rather fly	F
Or dive Noon burns inert and tawny dry	F
Nor marks how clean that Hymen slipped away	H
From me who seek in song the real A	P
Wake then to the first ardour and the sight	B
O lonely faun of the old fierce white light	B
With lilies one of you for innocence	Q
Other than their lips' delicate pretence	Q
The light caress that quiets treacherous lovers	Q
My breast I know not how to tell discovers	Q
The bitten print of some immortal's kiss	Q
But hush a mystery so great as this	Q
I dare not tell save to my double reed	J
Which sharer of my every joy and need	J
Dreams down its cadenced monologues that we	L
Falsely confuse the beauties that we see	L
With the bright palpable shapes our song creates	Q
My flute as loud as passion modulates	Q
Purges the common dream of flank and breast	R
Seen through closed eyes and inwardly caressed	R
Of every empty and monotonous line	S
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Bloom then O Syrinx in thy flight malign	S
A reed once more beside our trysting lake	F
Proud of my music let me often make	F
A song of goddesses and see their rape	T
Profanely done on many a painted shape	T
So when the grape's transparent juice I drain	U
I quell regret for pleasures past and feign	U
A new real grape For holding towards the sky	F
The empty skin I blow it tight and lie	F
Dream drunk till evening eyeing it	V
Tell o'er	W
Remembered joys and plump the grape once more	X
Between the reeds I saw their bodies gleam	A
Who cool no mortal fever in the stream	A
Crying to the woods the rage of their desire	W
And their bright hair went down in jewelled fire	W
Where crystal broke and dazzled shudderingly	F
I check my swift pursuit for see where lie	F
Bruised being twins in love by languor sweet	Y
Two sleeping girls clasped at my very feet	Y
I seize and run with them nor part the pair	Z
Breaking this covert of frail petals where	Z
Roses drink scent of the sun and our light play	F
'Mid tumbled flowers shall match the death of day	F
I love that virginal fury ah the wild	A2
Thrill when a maiden body shrinks defiled	A2
Shuddering like arctic light from lips that sear	B2
Its nakedness the flesh in secret fear	B2
Contagiously through my linked pair it flies	Q
Where innocence in either struggling dies	Q
Wet with fond tears or some less piteous dew	A2
Gay in the conquest of these fears I grew	A2
So rash that I must needs the sheaf divide	A2
Of ruffled kisses heaven itself had tied	A2
For as I leaned to stifle in the hair	Z
Of one my passionate laughter taking care	Z
With a stretched finger that her innocence	Q
Might stain with her companion's kindling sense	Q
To touch the younger little one who lay	F
Child like unblushing my ungrateful prey	F
Slips from me freed by passion's sudden death	C2
Nor heeds the frenzy of my sobbing breath	C2
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Let it pass others of their hair shall twist	A2
A rope to drag me to those joys I missed	A2
See how the ripe pomegranates bursting red	A2
To quench the thirst of the mumbling bees have bled	A2
So too our blood kindled by some chance fire	W
Flows for the swarming legions of desire	W
At evening when the woodland green turns gold	A2
And ashen grey 'mid the quenched leaves behold	A2
Red Etna glows by Venus visited	A2
Walking the lava with her snowy tread	A2
Whene'er the flames in thunderous slumber die	A2
I hold the goddess	Q
Ah sure penalty	A2
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But the unthinking soul and body swoon	G
At last beneath the heavy hush of noon	G
Forgetful let me lie where summer's drouth	C2
Sifts fine the sand and then with gaping mouth	C2
Dream planet struck by the grape's round wine red star	D2
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Nymphs I shall see the shade that now you are	D2

Aldous Huxley

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