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Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth	A
This tale to them that sought him in the extreme	B
Ancient grey wood where he and silence housed	C
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Long years ago when yet my sight was keen	D
My hearing knew the word of wind in bough	E
And all the low fore runners of the storm	F
There reached me where I sat beneath my thatch	G
A crash as of tracked quarry in the brake	H
And storm flecked fugitive with straining breasts	I
And backward eyes and hands inseparable	J
Tristan and Iseult swooning at my feet	K
Sought hiding from their hunters Here they lay	L
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For pity of their great extremity	M
Their sin abhorring yet not them with it	N
I nourished hid and suffered them to build	O
Their branched hut in sight of this grey cross	P
That haply falling on their guilty sleep	Q
Its shadow should part them like the blade of God	R
And they should shudder at each other's eyes	S
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So dwelt they in this solitude with me	M
And daily Tristan forth upon the chase	T
The tender Iseult sought my door and heard	U
The words of holiness Abashed she heard	U
Like one in wisdom nurtured from a child	V
Yet in whose ears an alien language dwells	W
Of some far country whence the traveller brings	X
Magical treasure and still images	Y
Of gods forgotten and the scent of groves	Z
That sleep by painted rivers As I have seen	D
Oft times returning pilgrims with the spell	A2
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Of these lost lands upon their lids she moved	B2
Among familiar truths accustomed sights	C2
As she to them were strange not they to her	D2
And often reasoning with her have I felt	E2
Some ancient lore was in her dimly drawn	F2
From springs of life beyond the four fold stream	B
That makes a silver pale to Paradise	G2
For she was calm as some forsaken god	R
Who knows not that his power is passed from him	H2
But sees with tranced eyes rich pilgrim trains	I2
In sands the desert blows about his feet	K
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Abhorring first I heard her yet her speech	J2
Warred not with pity or the contrite heart	K2
Or hatred of things evil rather seemed	L2
The utterance of some world where these are not	M2
And the heart lives in heathen innocence	N2
With earth's innocuous creatures For she said	O2
'Love is not as the shallow adage goes	P2
A witch's filter brewed to trick the blood	Q2
The cup we drank of on the flying deck	R2
Was the blue vault of air the round world's lip	S2
Brimmed with life's hydromel and pressed to ours	T2
By myriad hands of wind and sun and sea	M
For these are all the cup bearers of youth	U2
That bend above it at the board of life	V2
Solicitous accomplices there's not	M2
A leaf on bough a foam flash on the wave	W2
So brief and glancing but it serves them too	X2
No scent the pale rose spends upon the night	Y2
Nor sky lark's rapture trusted to the blue	X2
But these from the remotest tides of air	Z2
Brought in mysterious salvage breathe and sing	A3
In lovers' lips and eyes and two that drink	B3
Thus onely of the strange commingled cup	C3
Of mortal fortune shall into their blood	Q2
Take magic gifts Upon each others' hearts	D3
They shall surprise the heart beat of the world	E3
And feel a sense of life in things inert	F3
For as love's touch upon the yielded body	M
Is a diviner's wand and where it falls	G3
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A hidden treasure trembles so their eyes	S
Falling upon the world of clod and brute	H3
And cold hearts plotting evil shall discern	I3
The inextinguishable flame of life	V2
That girdles the remotest frame of things	X
With influences older than the stars '	-
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So spake Iseult and thus her passion found	J3
Far flying words like birds against the sunset	K3
That look on lands we see not Yet I know	L3
It was not any argument she found	J3
But that she was the colour that life took	M3
About her that thus reasoned in her stead	O2
Making her like a lifted lantern borne	N3
Through midnight thickets where the flitting ray	L
Momently from inscrutable darkness draws	O3
A myriad veined branch and its shy nest	P3
Quivering with startled life so moved Iseult	P3
And all about her this deep solitude	P3
Stirred with responsive motions Oft I knelt	P3
In night long vigil while the lovers slept	P3
Under their outlawed thatch and with long prayers	Q3
Sought to disarm the indignant heavens but lo	L3
Thus kneeling in the intertidal hour	D2
'Twixt dark and dawning have mine eyes beheld	P3
How the old gods that hide in these hoar woods	R3
And were to me but shapings of the air	Z2
And flit and murmur of the breathing trees	S3
Or slant of moon on pools how these stole forth	A
Grown living presences yet not of bale	T3
But innocent eyed as fawns that come to drink	B3
Thronging the threshold where the lovers lay	L
In service of the great god housed within	U3
Who hides in his breast beneath his mighty plumes	V3
The purposes and penalties of life	V2
Or in yet deeper hours when all was still	W3
And the hushed air bowed over them alone	X3
Such music of the heart as lovers hear	Y3
When close as lips lean lean the thoughts between	D
When the cold world no more a lonely orb	Z3
Circling the unimagined track of Time	A4
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Is like a beating heart within their hands	B4
A numb bird that they warm and feel its wings	X
Such music have I heard and through the prayers	Q3
Wherewith I sought to shackle their desires	T2
And bring them humbled to the feet of God	P3
Caught the loud quiring of the fruitful year	C4
The leap of springs the throb of loosened earth	D4
And the sound of all the streams that seek the sea	M
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So fell it that when pity moved their hearts	D3
And those high lovers one unto the end	P3
Bowed to the sundering will and each his way	L
Went through a world that could not make them twain	E4
Knowing that a great vision passing by	F4
Had swept mine eye lids with its fringe of fire	D2
I with the wonder of it on my head	P3
And with the silence of it in my heart	P3
Forth to Tintagel went by secret ways	G4
A long lone journey and from them that loose	H4
Their spiced bales upon the wharves and shake	H
Strange silks to the sun or covertly unbosom	A4
Rich hoard of pearls and amber or let drip	S2
Through swarthy fingers links of sinuous gold	P3
Chose their most delicate treasures Though I knew	X2
No touch more silken than this knotted gown	I4
My hands grown tender with the sense of her	D2
Discerned the airiest tissues light to cling	A3
As shower loosed petals veils like meadow smoke	J4
Fur soft as snow amber like sun congealed	P3
Pearls pink as may buds in an orb of dew	X2
And laden with these wonders that to her	D2
Were natural as the vesture of a flower	D2
Fared home to lay my booty at her feet	P3
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And she consenting nor with useless words	K4
Proving my purpose robed herself therein	U3
To meet her lawful lord but while she thus	L4
Prisoned the wandering glory of her hair	Z2
Dimmed her bright breast with jewels and subdued	P3
Her light to those dull splendours well she knew	X2
The lord that I adorned her thus to meet	P3
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Was not Tintagel's shadowy King but he	M
That other lord beneath whose plumy feet	P3
The currents of the seas of life run gold	P3
As from eternal sunrise well she knew	X2
That when I laid my hands upon her head	P3
Saying 'Fare forth forgiven ' the words I spoke	J4
Were the breathings of his pity who beholds	L4
How swept on his inexorable wings	L4
Too far beyond the planetary fires	L4
On the last coasts of darkness plunged too deep	Q
In light ineffable the heart amazed	P3
Swoons of its glory and dropping back to earth	D4
Craves the dim shelter of familiar sounds	L4
The rain on the roof the noise of flocks that pass	L4
And the slow world waking to its daily round	P3
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And thus as one who speeds a banished queen	D
I set her on my mule and hung about	P3
With royal ornament she went her way	L
For meet it was that this great Queen should pass	L4
Crowned and forgiven from the face of Love	M4

Edith Wharton

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