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I	A
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There came no change from week to week	B
On all the land but all one way	C
Like ghosts that cannot touch nor speak	B
Day followed day	C
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Within the palace court the rounds	D
Of glare and shadow day and night	E
Went ever with the same dull sounds	D
The same dull flight	E
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The motion of slow forms of state	F
The far off murmur of the street	G
The din of couriers at the gate	F
Half mad with heat	G
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Sometimes a distant shout of boys	H
At play upon the terrace walk	I
The shutting of great doors and noise	H
Of muttered talk	I
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In one red corner of the wall	J
That fronted with its granite stain	K
The town the palms and beyond all	J
The burning plain	K
	-
As listless as the hour alone	L
The poet by his broken lute	M
Sat like a figure in the stone	L
Dark browed and mute	M
	-
He saw the heat on the thin grass	N
Fall till it withered joint by joint	O
The shadow on the dial pass	N
From point to point	O
	-
He saw the midnight bright and bare	P
Fill with its quietude of stars	Q
The silence that no human prayer	P
Attains or mars	Q
	-
He heard the hours divide and still	R
The sentry on the outer wall	J
Make the night wearier with his shrill	R
Monotonous call	J
	-
He watched the lizard where it lay	C
Impassive as the watcher's face	S
And only once in the long day	C
It changed its place	S
	-
Sometimes with clank of hoofs and cries	T
The noon through all its trance was stirred	U
The poet sat with half shut eyes	T
Nor saw nor heard	U
	-
And once across the heated close	V
Light laughter in a silver shower	W
Fell from fair lips the poet rose	X
And cursed the hour	W
	-
Men paled and sickened half in fear	Y
There came to him at dusk of eve	Z
One who but murmured in his ear	A2
And plucked his sleeve	Z
	-
'The king is filled with irks distressed	B2
And bids thee hasten to his side	C2
For thou alone canst give him rest '	-
The poet cried	C2
	-
'Go show the king this broken lute	M
Even as it is so am I	A
The tree is perished to its root	M
The fountain dry	A
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'What seeks he of the leafless tree	D2
The broken lute the empty spring	E2
Yea tho' he give his crown to me	D2
I cannot sing '	-
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II	A
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That night there came from either hand	F2
A sense of change upon the land	F2
A brooding stillness rustled through	G2
With creeping winds that hardly blew	G2
A shadow from the looming west	B2
A stir of leaves a dim unrest	B2
It seemed as if a spell had broke	H2
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And then the poet turned and woke	H2
As from the darkness of a dream	I2
And with a smile divine supreme	I2
Drew up his mantle fold on fold	J2
And strung his lute with strings of gold	J2
And bound the sandals to his feet	G
And strode into the darkling street	G
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Through crowds of murmuring men he hied	G
With working lips and swinging stride	G
And gleaming eyes and brow bent down	K2
Out of the great gate of the town	K2
He hastened ever and passed on	L2
And ere the darkness came was gone	M2
A mote beyond the western swell	N2
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And then the storm arose and fell	N2
From wheeling shadows black with rain	K
That drowned the hills and strode the plain	K
Round the grim mountain heads it passed	G
Down whistling valleys blast on blast	G
Surged in upon the snapping trees	O2
And swept the shuddering villages	P2
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That night when the fierce hours grew long	Q2
Once more the monarch old and grey	C
Called for the poet and his song	Q2
And called in vain But far away	C
By the wild mountain gorges stirred	G
The shepherds in their watches heard	G
Above the torrent's charge and clang	R2
The cleaving chant of one that sang	R2

Archibald Lampman

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