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Eyes wide for wisdom calm for joy or pain	A
Bright hair alloyed with silver scarcely gold	B
And gracious lips flower pressed like buds to hold	B
The guarded heart against excess of rain	A
Hands spirit tipped through which a genius plays	C
With paints and clays	C
And strings in many keys	D
Clothed in an aura of thought as soundless as a flood	E
Of sun shine where there is no breeze	D
So is it light in spite of rhythm of blood	E
Or turn of head or hands that move unite	F
Wind cannot dim or agitate the light	F
From Plato's idea stepping wholly wrought	G
From Plato's dream made manifest in hair	H
Eyes lips and hands and voice	I
As if the stored up thought	G
From the earth sphere	J
Had given down the being of your choice	I
Conjured by the dream long sought	G
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For you have moved in madness rapture wrath	K
In and out of the path	K
Drawn by the dream of a face	L
You have been watched as star men watch a star	M
That leaves its way returns and leaves its way	N
Until the exploring watchers find can trace	L
A hidden star beyond their sight whose sway	N
Draws the erratic star so long observed	O
So have you wandered swerved	O
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Always pursued and lost	P
Sometimes half found half faced	Q
Such years we waste	Q
With the almost	R
The lips flower pressed like buds to hold	B
Guarded the heart of the flower	S
But over them eyes not hued as the Dream foretold	B
Or to find the lips too rich and the dower	T
Of eyes all gaiety	B
Where wisdom scarce can be	U
Or to find the eyes but to find offence	L
In fingers where the sense	L
Falters with colors strings	L
Not touching with closed eyes out of an immanence	L
Of flame and wings	L
Or to find the light but to find it set behind	B
An eye which is not your dream nor the shadow thereof	V
As it were your lamp in a stranger's window	B
And so almost to find	B
In the great weariness of love	V
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Now this is the tragedy	U
If the Idea did not move	W
Somewhere in the realm of Love	V
Clothing itself in flesh at last for you to see	U
You could scarcely follow the gleam	X
And the tragedy is when Life has made you over	S
And denied you and dulled your dream	X
And you no longer count the cost	B
Nor the past lament	B
You are sitting oblivious of your discontent	B
Beside the Almost	B
And then the face appears	L
Evoked from the Idea by your dead desire	S
And blinds and burns you like fire	S
And you sit there without tears	L
Though thinking it has come to kill you or mock your youth	Y
With its half of the truth	Y
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A beach as yellow as gold	B
Daisied with tents for a lovely mile	Z
And a sea that edges and walls the sand with blue	A2
Matching the heaven without a seam	X
Save for the threads of foam that hold	B
With stitches the canopy rare as the tile	Z
Of old Damascus And O the wind	B
Which roars to the roaring water brightened	B
By the beating wings of the sun	B2
And here I walk not seeking the Dream	X
As men walk absent of heart or mind	B
Who have no wish for a sorrow lightened	B
Since all things now seem lost or won	B2
And here it is that your face appears	L
Like a star brushed out from leaves by a breeze	L
When day's in the sky though evening nears	L
You are here by a tent with your little brood	B
And I approach in a quiet mood	B
And see you know that the Destinies	L
Have surrendered you at last	B
Voice lips and hands and the light of the eyes	L
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And I who have asked so much discover	S
That you find in me the man and lover	S
You have divined and visualized	B
In quiet day dreams And what is strange	C2
Your boy of eight is subtly guised	B
In fleeting looks that half resemble	D2
Something in me Two souls may range	C2
Mid this earth's billion souls for life	E2
And hide their hunger or dissemble	D2
For there are two at least created	B
Endowed with alien powers that draw	F2
And kindred powers that by some law	F2
Bind souls as like as sister brother	S
There are two at least who are for each other	S
If we are such it is not fated	B
You are for him howe'er belated	B
The time's for us	L
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And yet is not the time gone by	G2
Your garden has been planted dear	J
And mine with weeds is over grown	H2
Oh yes 'tis only late July	G2
We can replant ere frosts appear	J
Gather the blossoms we have sown	H2
And I have preached that hearts should seize	L
The hour that brings realities	L
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Yes I admit it all we crush	I2
Under our feet the world's contempt	B
But when I raise the cup it's blush	I2
Reveals the snake's eyes there's a hush	I2
While a hand writes upon the wall	J2
Life cannot be re made exempt	B
From life that has been something's gone	K2
Out of the soil in life updrawn	K2
To growths that vine and tangle crawl	J2
Withered in part or gone to seed	B
'Tis not the same though you have freed	B
The soil from what was grown	K2
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Heaven is but the hour	S
Of the planting of the flower	S
But heaven is the blossom to be	U
Of the one Reality	U
And heaven cannot undo the once sown ground	B
But heaven is love in the pursuing	L2
And in the memory of having found	B
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The rocks in the river make light and sound	B
And show that the waters search and move	W
And what is time but an infinite whole	M2
Revealed by the breaks in thought desire	S
To put it away is to know one's soul	M2
Love is music unheard and fire	S
Too rare for eyes between hurt beats	L
The heart detects it sees how pure	N2
Its essence is through heart defeats	L
You are the silence making sure	N2
The sound with which it has to cope	O2
My sorrow and as well my hope	O2

Edgar Lee Masters

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