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I like the old house tolerably well	A
Where I must dwell	A
Like a familiar gnome	B
And yet I never shall feel quite at home	B
I love to roam	B
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Day after day I loiter and explore	C
From door to door	C
So many treasures lure	D
The curious mind What histories obscure	D
They must immure	D
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I hardly know which room I care for best	E
This fronting west	E
With the strange hills in view	F
Where the great sun goes where I may go too	F
When my lease is through	F
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Or this one for the morning and the east	G
Where a man may feast	G
His eyes on looming sails	H
And be the first to catch their foreign hails	H
Or spy their bales	H
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Then the pale summer twilights towards the pole	I
It thrills my soul	I
With wonder and delight	J
When gold green shadows walk the world at night	J
So still so bright	J
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There at the window many a time of year	D
Strange faces peer	D
Solemn though not unkind	K
Their wits in search of something left behind	K
Time out of mind	K
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As if they once had lived here and stole back	L
To the window crack	L
For a peep which seems to say	M
Good fortune brother in your house of clay	M
And then Good day	M
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I hear their footsteps on the gravel walk	N
Their scraps of talk	N
And hurrying after reach	O
Only the crazy sea drone of the beach	O
In endless speech	O
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And often when the autumn noons are still	P
By swale and hill	P
I see their gipsy signs	Q
Trespassing somewhere on my border lines	Q
With what designs	Q
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I forth afoot but when I reach the place	R
Hardly a trace	R
Save the soft purple haze	S
Of smouldering camp fires any hint betrays	S
Who went these ways	S
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Or tatters of pale aster blue descried	M
By the roadside	M
Reveal whither they fled	M
Or the swamp maples here and there a shred	M
Of Indian red	M
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But most of all the marvellous tapestry	D
Engrosses me	D
Where such strange things are rife	T
Fancies of beasts and flowers and love and strife	T
Woven to the life	T
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Degraded shapes and splendid seraph forms	U
And teeming swarms	U
Of creatures gauzy dim	V
That cloud the dusk and painted fish that swim	V
At the weaver's whim	V
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And wonderful birds that wheel and hang in the air	D
And beings with hair	D
And moving eyes in the face	R
And white bone teeth and hideous grins who race	R
From place to place	R
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They build great temples to their John a nod	M
And fume and plod	M
To deck themselves with gold	M
And paint themselves like chattels to be sold	M
Then turn to mould	M
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Sometimes they seem almost as real as I	W
I hear them sigh	W
I see them bow with grief	X
Or dance for joy like an aspen leaf	X
But that is brief	X
	-
They have mad wars and phantom marriages	Y
Nor seem to guess	Z
There are dimensions still	P
Beyond thought's reach though not beyond love's will	P
For soul to fill	P
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And some I call my friends and make believe	A2
Their spirits grieve	A2
Brood and rejoice with mine	B2
I talk to them in phrases quaint and fine	B2
Over the wine	B2
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I tell them all my secrets touch their hands	C2
One understands	C2
Perhaps How hard he tries	D2
To speak And yet those glorious mild eyes	D2
His best replies	D2
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I even have my cronies one or two	F
My cherished few	F
But ah they do not stay	M
For the sun fades them and they pass away	M
As I grow gray	M
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Yet while they last how actual they seem	E2
Their faces beam	E2
I give them all their names	F2
Bertram and Gilbert Louis Frank and James	F2
Each with his aims	F2
One thinks he is a poet and writes verse	G2
His friends rehearse	G2
Another is full of law	H2
A third sees pictures which his hand can draw	H2
Without a flaw	H2
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Strangest of all they never rest Day long	I2
They shift and throng	I2
Moved by invisible will	P
Like a great breath which puffs across my sill	P
And then is still	P
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It shakes my lovely manikins on the wall	J2
Squall after squall	J2
Gust upon crowding gust	M
It sweeps them willy nilly like blown dust	M
With glory or lust	M
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It is the world ghost the time spirit come	K2
None knows where from	K2
The viewless draughty tide	M
And wash of being I hear it yaw and glide	M
And then subside	M
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Along these ghostly corridors and halls	L2
Like faint footfalls	L2
The hangings stir in the air	D
And when I start and challenge Who goes there	D
It answers Where	D
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The wail and sob and moan of the sea's dirge	M2
Its plangor and surge	M2
The awful biting sough	F
Of drifted snows along some arctic bluff	F
That veer and luff	F
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And have the vacant boding human cry	W
As they go by	W
Is it a banished soul	I
Dredging the dark like a distracted mole	I
Under a knoll	I
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Like some invisible henchman old and gray	M
Day after day	M
I hear it come and go	N2
With stealthy swift unmeaning to and fro	N2
Muttering low	N2
	-
Ceaseless and daft and terrible and blind	M
Like a lost mind	M
I often chill with fear	D
When I bethink me What if it should peer	D
At my shoulder here	D
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Perchance he drives the merry go round whose track	L
Is the zodiac	L
His name is No man's friend	M
And his gabbling parrot talk has neither trend	M
Beginning nor end	M
	-
A prince of madness too I'd cry A rat	M
And lunge thereat	M
Let out at one swift thrust	M
The cunning arch delusion of the dust	M
I so mistrust	M
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But that I fear I should disclose a face	L2
Wearing the trace	L2
Of my own human guise	L2
Piteous unharmful loving sad and wise	L2
With the speaking eyes	L2
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I would the house were rid of his grim pranks	L2
Moaning from banks	L2
Of pine trees in the moon	O2
Startling the silence like a demoniac loon	O2
At dead of noon	O2
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Or whispering his fool talk to the leaves	L2
About my eaves	L2
And yet how can I know	N2
'T is not a happy Ariel masking so	N2
In mocking woe	N2
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Then with a little broken laugh I say	M
Snatching away	M
The curtain where he grinned	M
My feverish sight thought like a sin unsinned	M
Only the wind	M
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Yet often too he steals so softly by	W
With half a sigh	W
I deem he must be mild	M
Fair as a woman gentle as a child	M
And forest wild	M
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Passing the door where an old wind harp swings	L2
With its five strings	L2
Contrived long years ago	N2
By my first predecessor bent to show	N2
His handcraft so	N2
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He lays his fingers on the olian wire	D
As a core of fire	D
Is laid upon the blast	M
To kindle and glow and fill the purple vast	M
Of dark at last	M
	-
Weird wise and low piercing and keen and glad	M
Or dim and sad	M
As a forgotten strain	P2
Born when the broken legions of the rain	P2
Swept through the plain	P2
	-
He plays like some dread veiled mysteriarch	N2
Lighting the dark	Q2
Bidding the spring grow warm	R2
The gendering merge and loosing of spirit in form	R2
Peace out of storm	R2
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For music is the sacrament of love	F
He broods above	F
The virgin silence till	P
She yields for rapture shuddering yearning still	P
To his sweet will	P
	-
I hear him sing Your harp is like a mesh	N2
Woven of flesh	N2
And spread within the shoal	P
Of life where runs the tide race of the soul	P
In my control	P
	-
Though my wild way may ruin what it bends	L2
It makes amends	L2
To the frail downy clocks	L2
Telling their seed a secret that unlocks	L2
The granite rocks	L2
	-
The womb of silence to the crave sound	M
Is heaven unfound	M
Till I to soothe and slake	Q2
Being's most utter and imperious ache	N2
Bid rhythm awake	N2
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If with such agonies of bliss my kin	S2
I enter in	S2
Your prison house of sense	L2
With what a joyous freed intelligence	L2
I shall go hence	L2
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I need no more to guess the weaver's name	T2
Nor ask his aim	T2
Who hung each hall and room	U2
With swarthy tinged vermilion upon gloom	U2
I know that loom	U2
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Give me a little space and time enough	F
From ravelings rough	F
I could revive reweave	F
A fabric of beauty art might well believe	F
Were past retrieve	F
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O men and women in that rich design	B2
Sleep soft sun fine	B2
Dew tenuous and free	D
A tone of the infinite wind themes of the sea	D
Borne in to me	D
	-
Reveals how you were woven to the might	M
Of shadow and light	M
You are the dream of One	V2
Who loves to haunt and yet appears to shun	V2
My door in the sun	V2
	-
As the white roving sea tern fleck and skim	V
The morning's rim	V
Or the dark thrushes clear	D
Their flutes of music leisurely and sheer	D
Then hush to hear	D
	-
I know him when the last red brands of day	M
Smoulder away	M
And when the vernal showers	L2
Bring back the heart to all my valley flowers	L2
In the soft hours	L2
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O hand of mine and brain of mine be yours	L2
While time endures	L2
To acquiesce and learn	W2
For what we best may dare and drudge and yearn	W2
Let soul discern	W2
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So fellows we shall reach the gusty gate	M
Early or late	M
And part without remorse	L2
A cadence dying down unto its source	L2
In music's course	L2
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You to the perfect rhythms of flowers and birds	L2
Colors and words	L2
The heart beats of the earth	X2
To be remoulded always of one worth	X2
From birth to birth	X2
	-
I to the broken rhythm of thought and man	Y2
The sweep and span	Y2
Of memory and hope	Z2
About the orbit where they still must grope	Z2
For wider scope	Z2
	-
To be through thousand springs restored renewed	M
With love imbrued	M
With increments of will	P
Made strong perceiving unattainment still	P
From each new skill	P
	-
Always the flawless beauty always the chord	M
Of the Overword	M
Dominant pleading sure	D
No truth too small to save and make endure	D
No good too poor	D
	-
And since no mortal can at last disdain	P2
That sweet refrain	P2
But lets go strife and care	D
Borne like a strain of bird notes on the air	D
The wind knows where	D
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Some quiet April evening soft and strange	A3
When comes the change	A3
No spirit can deplore	D
I shall be one with all I was before	D
In death once more	D