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There lies a vale in Ida lovelier	A
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills	B
The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen	C
Puts forth an arm and creeps from pine to pine	D
And loiters slowly drawn On either hand	E
The lawns and meadow ledges midway down	F
Hang rich in flowers and far below them roars	G
The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine	H
In cataract after cataract to the sea	I
Behind the valley topmost Gargarus	I
Stands up and takes the morning but in front	J
The gorges opening wide apart reveal	K
Troas and Ilion's column'd citadel	L
The crown of Troas	I
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Hither came at noon	M
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Mournful OEnone wandering forlorn	N
Of Paris once her playmate on the hills	I
Her cheek had lost the rose and round her neck	O
Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest	P
She leaning on a fragment twined with vine	D
Sang to the stillness till the mountain shade	Q
Sloped downward to her seat from the upper cliff	R
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'O mother Ida many fountain'd Ida	S
Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
For now the noonday quiet holds the hill	U
The grasshopper is silent in the grass	I
The lizard with his shadow on the stone	V
Rests like a shadow and the winds are dead	W
The purple flower droops the golden bee	I
Is lily cradled I alone awake	X
My eyes are full of tears my heart of love	Y
My heart is breaking and my eyes are dim	Z
And I am all aweary of my life	A2
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'O mother Ida many fountain'd Ida	S
Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Hear me O Earth hear me O Hills O Caves	I
That house the cold crown'd snake O mountain brooks	I
I am the daughter of a River God	B2
Hear me for I will speak and build up all	C2
My sorrow with my song as yonder walls	I
Rose slowly to a music slowly breathed	D2
A cloud that gather'd shape for it may be	I
That while I speak of it a little while	E2
My heart may wander from its deeper woe	F2
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'O mother Ida many fountain'd Ida	S
Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
I waited underneath the dawning hills	I
Aloft the mountain lawn was dewy dark	G2
And dewy dark aloft the mountain pine	D
Beautiful Paris evil hearted Paris	I
Leading a jet black goat white horn'd white hooved	T
Came up from reedy Simois all alone	V
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'O mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Far off the torrent call'd me from the cleft	T
Far up the solitary morning smote	T
The streaks of virgin snow With down dropt eyes	I
I sat alone white breasted like a star	A
Fronting the dawn he moved a leopard skin	H2
Droop'd from his shoulder but his sunny hair	A
Cluster'd about his temples like a God's	I
And his cheek brighten'd as the foam bow brightens	I
When the wind blows the foam and all my heart	T
Went forth to embrace him coming ere he came	I2
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
He smiled and opening out his milk white palm	J2
Disclosed a fruit of pure Hesperian gold	T
That smelt ambrosially and while I look'd	T
And listen'd the full flowing river of speech	K2
Came down upon my heart	T
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My own OEnone	H2
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Beautiful brow'd OEnone my own soul	L2
Behold this fruit whose gleaming rind ingrav'n	H2
'For the most fair ' would seem to award it thine	H2
As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt	T
The knolls of Ida loveliest in all grace	I
Of movement and the charm of married brows	I
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
He prest the blossom of his lips to mine	H2
And added This was cast upon the board	T
When all the full faced presence of the Gods	I
Ranged in the halls of Peleus whereupon	H2
Rose feud with question unto whom 'twere due	T
But light foot Iris brought it yester eve	M2
Delivering that to me by common voice	I
Elected umpire Her comes to day	T
Pallas and Aphrodit claiming each	K2
This meed of fairest Thou within the cave	N2
Behind yon whispering tuft of oldest pine	H2
Mayst well behold them unbeheld unheard	T
Hear all and see thy Paris judge of Gods	I
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
It was the deep midnoon one silvery cloud	T
Had lost his way between the piney sides	I
Of this long glen Then to the bower they came	I2
Naked they came to that smooth swarded bower	A
And at their feet the crocus brake like fire	A
Violet amaracus and asphodel	L2
Lotos and lilies and a wind arose	I
And overhead the wandering ivy and vine	H2
This way and that in many a wild festoon	H2
Ran riot garlanding the gnarled boughs	I
With bunch and berry and flower thro' and thro'	A
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'O mother Ida harken ere I die	T
On the tree tops a crested peacock lit	T
And o'er him flow'd a golden cloud and lean'd	T
Upon him slowly dropping fragrant dew	T
Then first I heard the voice of her to whom	O2
Coming thro' Heaven like a light that grows	I
Larger and clearer with one mind the Gods	I
Rise up for reverence She to Paris made	T
Proffer of royal power ample rule	L2
Unquestion'd overflowing revenue	T
Wherewith to embellish state from many a vale	L2
And river sunder'd champaign clothed with corn	H2
Or labour'd mine undrainable of ore	A
Honour she said and homage tax and toll	L2
From many an inland town and haven large	P2
Mast throng'd beneath her shadowing citadel	L2
In glassy bays among her tallest towers	I
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'O mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Still she spake on and still she spake of power	A
Which in all action is the end of all	L2
Power fitted to the season wisdom bred	T
And throned of wisdom from all neighbour crowns	I
Alliance and allegiance till thy hand	T
Fail from the sceptre staff Such boon from me	I
From me Heaven's Queen Paris to thee king born	H2
A shepherd all thy life but yet king born	H2
Should come most welcome seeing men in power	A
Only are likest Gods who have attain'd	T
Rest in a happy place and quiet seats	I
Above the thunder with undying bliss	I
In knowledge of their own supremacy	I
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
She ceased and Paris held the costly fruit	T
Out at arm's length so much the thought of power	A
Flatter'd his spirit but Pallas where she stood	T
Somewhat apart her clear and bared limbs	I
O'erthwarted with the brazen headed spear	A
Upon her pearly shoulder leaning cold	T
The while above her full and earnest eye	T
Over her snow cold breast and angry cheek	Q2
Kept watch waiting decision made reply	T
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' Self reverence self knowledge self control	L2
These three alone lead life to sovereign power	A
Yet not for power power of herself	R2
Would come uncall'd for but to live by law	L2
Acting the law we live by without fear	A
And because right is right to follow right	T
Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence	I
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Again she said I woo thee not with gifts	I
Sequel of guerdon could not alter me	I
To fairer Judge thou me by what I am	S2
So shalt thou find me fairest	T
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Yet indeed	T
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If gazing on divinity disrobed	T
Thy mortal eyes are frail to judge of fair	A
Unbias'd by self profit oh rest thee sure	A
That I shall love thee well and cleave to thee	I
So that my vigour wedded to thy blood	T
Shall strike within thy pulses like a God's	I
To push thee forward thro' a life of shocks	I
Dangers and deeds until endurance grow	A
Sinew'd with action and the full grown will	L2
Circled thro' all experiences pure law	L2
Commeasure perfect freedom	T2
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'Here she ceas'd	T
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And Paris ponder'd and I cried O Paris	I
Give it to Pallas but he heard me not	T
Or hearing would not hear me woe is me	I
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'O mother Ida many fountain'd Ida	T
Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Idalian Aphrodit beautiful	L2
Fresh as the foam new bathed in Paphian wells	I
With rosy slender fingers backward drew	T
From her warm brows and bosom her deep hair	A
Ambrosial golden round her lucid throat	T
And shoulder from the violets her light foot	T
Shone rosy white and o'er her rounded form	U2
Between the shadows of the vine bunches	I
Floated the glowing sunlights as she moved	T
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
She with a subtle smile in her mild eyes	I
The herald of her triumph drawing nigh	T
Half whisper'd in his ear I promise thee	I
The fairest and most loving wife in Greece	I
She spoke and laugh'd I shut my sight for fear	A
But when I look'd Paris had raised his arm	V2
And I beheld great Her 's angry eyes	I
As she withdrew into the golden cloud	T
And I was left alone within the bower	A
And from that time to this I am alone	H2
And I shall be alone until I die	T
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'Yet mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Fairest why fairest wife am I not fair	A
My love hath told me so a thousand times	I
Methinks I must be fair for yesterday	T
When I past by a wild and wanton pard	T
Eyed like the evening star with playful tail	L2
Crouch'd fawning in the weed Most loving is she	I
Ah me my mountain shepherd that my arms	I
Were wound about thee and my hot lips prest	T
Close close to thine in that quick falling dew	T
Of fruitful kisses thick as Autumn rains	I
Flash in the pools of whirling Simois	I
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'O mother hear me yet before I die	T
They came they cut away my tallest pines	I
My tall dark pines that plumed the craggy ledge	W2
High over the blue gorge and all between	H2
The snowy peak and snow white cataract	T
Foster'd the callow eaglet from beneath	X2
Whose thick mysterious boughs in the dark morn	H2
The panther's roar came muffled while I sat	T
Low in the valley Never never more	A
Shall lone OEnone see the morning mist	T
Sweep thro' them never see them overlaid	T
With narrow moon lit slips of silver cloud	T
Between the loud stream and the trembling stars	I
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'O mother hear me yet before I die	T
I wish that somewhere in the ruin'd folds	I
Among the fragments tumbled from the glens	I
Or the dry thickets I could meet with her	A
The Abominable that uninvited came	I2
Into the fair Pele an banquet hall	L2
And cast the golden fruit upon the board	T
And bred this change that I might speak my mind	T
And tell her to her face how much I hate	T
Her presence hated both of Gods and men	H2
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'O mother hear me yet before I die	T
Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times	I
In this green valley under this green hill	L2
Ev'n on this hand and sitting on this stone	H2
Seal'd it with kisses water'd it with tears	I
O happy tears and how unlike to these	I
O happy Heaven how canst thou see my face	I
O happy earth how canst thou bear my weight	T
O death death death thou ever floating cloud	T
There are enough unhappy on this earth	Y2
Pass by the happy souls that love to live	Z2
I pray thee pass before my light of life	A2
And shadow all my soul that I may die	T
Thou weighest heavy on the heart within	H2
Weigh heavy on my eyelids let me die	T
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'O mother hear me yet before I die	T
I will not die alone for fiery thoughts	I
Do shape themselves within me more and more	A
Whereof I catch the issue as I hear	A
Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills	I
Like footsteps upon wool I dimly see	I
My far off doubtful purpose as a mother	A
Conjectures of the features of her child	T
Ere it is born her child a shudder comes	I
Across me never child be born of me	I
Unblest to vex me with his father's eyes	I
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'O mother hear me yet before I die	T
Hear me O earth I will not die alone	H2
Lest their shrill happy laughter come to me	I
Walking the cold and starless road of Death	A3
Uncomforted leaving my ancient love	Y
With the Greek woman I will rise and go	A
Down into Troy and ere the stars come forth	B3
Talk with the wild Cassandra for she says	I
A fire dances before her and a sound	T
Rings ever in her ears of armed men	H2
What this may be I know not but I know	A
That wheresoe'er I am by night and day	T
All earth and air seem only burning fire '	-