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The sun drops luridly into the west	A
darkness has raised her arms to draw him down	B
before the time not waiting as of wont	C
till he has come to her behind the sea	D
and the smooth waves grow sullen in the gloom	E
and wear their threatening purple more and more	F
the plain of waters sways and seems to rise	G
convexly from its level of the shores	H
and low dull thunder rolls along the beach	I
there will be storm at last storm glorious storm	J
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Oh welcome welcome though it rend my bowers	K
scattering my blossomed roses like the dust	L
splitting the shrieking branches tossing down	B
my riotous vines with their young half tinged grapes	M
like small round amethysts or beryls strung	N
tumultuously in clusters though it sate	O
its ravenous spite among my goodliest pines	P
standing there round and still against the sky	Q
that makes blue lakes between their sombre tufts	R
or harry from my silvery olive slopes	S
some hoary king whose gnarled fantastic limbs	T
wear crooked armour of a thousand years	U
though it will hurl high on my flowery shores	H
the hostile wave that rives at the poor sward	V
and drags it down the slants that swirls its foam	W
over my terraces shakes their firm blocks	X
of great bright marbles into tumbled heaps	Y
and makes my preached and mossy labyrinths	Y
where the small odorous blossoms grow like stars	Y
strewn in the milky way a briny marsh	Z
What matter let it come and bring me change	A2
breaking the sickly sweet monotony	D
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I am too weary of this long bright calm	B2
always the same blue sky always the sea	D
the same blue perfect likeness of the sky	Q
one rose to match the other that has waned	C2
to morrow's dawn the twin of yesterday's	Y
and every night the ceaseless crickets chirp	D2
the same long joy and the late strain of birds	Y
repeats their strain of all the even month	E2
and changelessly the petty plashing surfs	Y
bubble their chiming burden round the stones	Y
dusk after dusk brings the same languid trance	Y
upon the shadowy hills and in the fields	Y
the waves of fireflies come and go the same	F2
making the very flash of light and stir	G2
vex one like dronings of the spinning wheel	H2
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Give me some change Must life be only sweet	I2
all honey pap as babes would have their food	J2
And if my heart must always be adrowse	Y
in a hush of stagnant sunshine give me then	K2
something outside me stirring let the storm	J
break up the sluggish beauty let it fall	L2
beaten below the feet of passionate winds	Y
and then to morrow waken jubilant	M2
in a new birth let me see subtle joy	N2
of anguish and of hopes of change and growth	O2
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What fate is mine who far apart from pains	Y
and fears and turmoils of the cross grained world	P2
dwell like a lonely god in a charmed isle	Q2
where I am first and only and like one	R2
who should love poisonous savours more than mead	S2
long for a tempest on me and grow sick	T2
of resting and divine free carelessness	Y
Oh me I am a woman not a god	U2
yea those who tend me even are more than I	Q
my nymphs who have the souls of flowers and birds	Y
singing and blossoming immortally	Q2
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Ah me these love a day and laugh again	K2
and loving laughing find a full content	V2
but I know nought of peace and have not loved	W2
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Where is my love Does some one cry for me	D
not knowing whom he calls does his soul cry	Q
for mine to grow beside it grow in it	X2
does he beseech the gods to give him me	D
the one unknown rare woman by whose side	Y2
no other woman thrice as beautiful	Q2
should once seem fair to him to whose voice heard	Z2
in any common tones no sweetest sound	A3
of love made melody on silver lutes	Y
or singing like Apollo's when the gods	Y
grow pale with happy listening might be peered	B3
for making music to him whom once found	A3
there will be no more seeking anything	C3
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Oh love oh love oh love art not yet come	D3
out of the waiting shadows into life	E3
art not yet come after so many years	Y
that I have longed for thee Come I am here	F3
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Not yet For surely I should feel a sound	A3
of his far answering if now in the world	P2
he sought me who will seek me Oh ye gods	Y
will he not seek me Is it all a dream	G3
will there be never never such a man	H3
will there be only these these bestial things	Y
who wallow in my styes or mop and mow	I3
among the trees or munch in pens and byres	Y
or snarl and filch behind their wattled coops	Y
these things who had believed that they were men	K2
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Nay but he will come Why am I so fair	J3
and marvellously minded and with sight	K3
which flashes suddenly on hidden things	Y
as the gods see who do not need to look	L3
why wear I in my eyes that stronger power	G2
than basilisks whose gaze can only kill	Q2
to draw men's souls to me to live or die	Q
as I would have them why am I given pride	Y2
which yet longs to be broken and this scorn	M3
cruel and vengeful for the lesser men	K2
who meet the smiles I waste for lack of him	N3
and grow too glad why am I who I am	O3
but for the sake of him whom fate will send	P3
one day to be my master utterly	D
that he should take me the desire of all	Q2
whom only he in the world could bow to him	N3
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Oh sunlike glory of pale glittering hairs	Y
bright as the filmy wires my weavers take	Q3
to make me golden gauzes oh deep eyes	Y
darker and softer than the bluest dusk	R3
of August violets darker and deep	S3
like crystal fathomless lakes in summer noons	Y
oh sad sweet longing smile oh lips that tempt	T3
my very self to kisses oh round cheeks	Y
tenderly radiant with the even flush	U3
of pale smoothed coral perfect lovely face	Y
answering my gaze from out this fleckless pool	Q2
wonder of glossy shoulders chiselled limbs	Y
should I be so your lover as I am	O3
drinking an exquisite joy to watch you thus	Y
in all a hundred changes through the day	V3
but that I love you for him till he comes	Y
but that my beauty means his loving it	X2
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Oh look a speck on this side of the sun	R2
coming yes coming with the rising wind	W3
that frays the darkening cloud wrack on the verge	X3
and in a little while will leap abroad	Y3
spattering the sky with rushing blacknesses	Y
dashing the hissing mountainous waves at the stars	Y
'Twill drive me that black speck a shuddering hulk	Z3
caught in the buffeting waves dashed impotent	M2
from ridge to ridge will drive it in the night	K3
with that dull jarring crash upon the beach	I
and the cries for help and the cries of fear and hope	A4
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And then to morrow they will thoughtfully	D
with grave low voices count their perils up	B4
and thank the gods for having let them live	C4
and tell of wives or mothers in their homes	Y
and children who would have such loss in them	D4
that they must weep and may be I weep too	E4
with fancy of the weepings had they died	Y2
And the next morrow they will feel their ease	Y
and sigh with sleek content or laugh elate	O
tasting delights of rest and revelling	Z3
music and perfumes joyaunce for the eyes	Y
of rosy faces and luxurious pomps	Y
the savour of the banquet and the glow	I3
and fragrance of the wine cup and they'll talk	Z3
how good it is to house in palaces	Y
out of the storms and struggles and what luck	Z3
strewed their good ship on our accessless coast	F4
Then the next day the beast in them will wake	Z3
and one will strike and bicker and one swell	Q2
with puffed up greatness and one gibe and strut	G4
in apish pranks and one will line his sleeve	H4
with pilfered booties and one snatch the gems	Y
out of the carven goblets as they pass	Y
one will grow mad with fever of the wine	I4
and one will sluggishly besot himself	J4
and one be lewd and one be gluttonous	Y
and I shall sickly look and loathe them all	Q2
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Oh my rare cup my pure and crystal cup	B4
with not one speck of colour to make false	Y
the passing lights or flaw to make them swerve	K4
My cup of Truth How the lost fools will laugh	L4
and thank me for my boon as if I gave	M4
some momentary flash of the gods' joy	N2
to drink where I have drunk and touch the touch	N4
of my lips with their own Aye let them touch	N4
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Too cruel am I And the silly beasts	Y
crowding around me when I pass their way	V3
glower on me and although they love me still	Q2
with th	O4

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