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Proemion	A
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Immeasurable Earth	B
Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven	A
Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs	C
That cleav'st with deep revolting harmonies	C
Passage perpetual and behind thee draw'st	D
A furrow sweet a cometary wake	E
Of trailing music What large effluence	C
Not sole the cloudy sighing of thy seas	C
Nor thy blue coifing air encases thee	F
From prying of the stars and the broad shafts	C
Of thrusting sunlight tempers For dropped near	G
From my remov ed tour in the serene	A
Of utmost contemplation I scent lives	C
This is the efflux of thy rocks and fields	C
And wind cuffed forestage and the souls of men	A
And aura of all treaders over thee	F
A sentient exhalation wherein close	C
The odorous lives of many throated flowers	C
And each thing's mettle effused that so thou wear'st	D
Even like a breather on a frosty morn	A
Thy proper suspiration For I know	A
Albeit with custom dulled perceivingness	C
Nestled against thy breast my sense not take	E
The breathings of thy nostrils there's no tree	F
No grain of dust nor no cold seeming stone	A
But wears a fume of its circumfluous self	H
Thine own life and the lives of all that live	I
The issue of thy loins	C
Is this thy gaberdine	A
Wherein thou walkest through thy large demesne	A
And sphery pleasances	C
Amazing the unstal ed eyes of Heaven	A
And us that still a precious seeing have	J
Behind this dim and mortal jelly	F
Ah	K
If not in all too late and frozen a day	L
I come in rearward of the throats of song	M
Unto the deaf sense of the ag ed year	G
Singing with doom upon me yet give heed	N
One poet with sick pinion that still feels	C
Breath through the Orient gateways closing fast	O
Fast closing t'ward the undelighted night	P
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Anthem	Q
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In nescientness in nescientness	C
Mother we put these fleshly lendings on	A
Thou yield'st to thy poor children took thy gift	R
Of life which must in all the after days	C
Be craved again with tears	C
With fresh and still petitionary tears	C
Being once bound thine almsmen for that gift	R
We are bound to beggary nor our own can call	S
The journal dole of customary life	T
But after suit obsequious for't to thee	F
Indeed this flesh O Mother	U
A beggar's gown a client's badging	M
We find which from thy hands we simply took	M
Nought dreaming of the after penury	F
In nescientness	C
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In a little joy in a little joy	V
We wear awhile thy sore insignia	A
Nor know thy heel o' the neck O Mother Mother	U
Then what use knew I of thy solemn robes	C
But as a child to play with them I bade thee	F
Leave thy great husbandries thy grave designs	C
Thy tedious state which irked my ignorant years	C
Thy winter watches suckling of the grain	A
Severe premeditation taciturn	A
Upon the brooded Summer thy chill cares	C
And all thy ministries majestical	S
To sport with me thy darling Thought I not	W
Thou set'st thy seasons forth processional	S
To pamper me with pageant thou thyself	T
My fellow gamester appanage of mine arms	C
Then what wild Dionysia I young Bacchanal	S
Danced in thy lap Ah for thy gravity	F
Then O Earth thou rang'st beneath me	F
Rocked to Eastward rocked to Westward	X
Even with the shifted	Y
Poise and footing of my thought	Z
I brake through thy doors of sunset	A2
Ran before the hooves of sunrise	C
Shook thy matron tresses down in fancies	C
Wild and wilful	S
As a poet's hand could twine them	B2
Caught in my fantasy's crystal chalice	C
The Bow as its cataract of colours	C
Plashed to thee downward	X
Then when thy circuit swung to nightward	X
Night the abhorr ed night was a new dawning	M
Celestial dawning	M
Over the ultimate marges of the soul	S
Dusk grew turbulent with fire before me	F
And like a windy arras waved with dreams	C
Sleep I took not for my bedfellow	S
Who could waken	A
To a revel an inexhaustible	S
Wassail of orgiac imageries	C
Then while I wore thy sore insignia	A
In a little joy O Earth in a little joy	V
Loving thy beauty in all creatures born of thee	F
Children and the sweet essenced body of woman	A
Feeling not yet upon my neck thy foot	X
But breathing warm of thee as infants breathe	C2
New from their mother's morning bosom So I	D2
Risen from thee restless winnower of the heaven	A
Most Hermes like did keep	E2
My vital and resilient path and felt	X
The play of wings about my fledg ed heel	S
Sure on the verges of precipitous dream	F2
Swift in its springing	M
From jut to jut of inaccessible fancies	C
In a little joy	V
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In a little thought in a little thought	X
We stand and eye thee in a grave dismay	L
With sad and doubtful questioning when first	X
Thou speak'st to us as men like sons who hear	G2
Newly their mother's history unthought	X
Before and say 'She is not as we dreamed	X
Ah me we are beguiled ' What art thou then	A
That art not our conceiving Art thou not	X
Too old for thy young children Or perchance	C
Keep'st thou a youth perpetual burnishable	S
Beyond thy sons decrepit It is long	M
Since Time was first a fledgling	M
Yet thou may'st be but as a pendant bulla	S
Against his stripling bosom swung Alack	M
For that we seem indeed	X
To have slipped the world's great leaping time and come	Q
Upon thy pinched and dozing days these weeds	C
These corporal leavings thou not cast'st us new	A
Fresh from thy craftship like the lilies' coats	C
But foist'st us off	T
With hasty tarnished piecings negligent	X
Snippets and waste	X
From old ancestral wearings	C
That have seen sorrier usage remainder flesh	H2
After our father's surfeits nay with chinks	C
Some of us that if speech may have free leave	T
Our souls go out at elbows We are sad	X
With more than our sires' heaviness and with	I2
More than their weakness weak we shall not be	F
Mighty with all their mightiness nor shall not	X
Rejoice with all their joy Ay Mother Mother	U
What is this Man thy darling kissed and cuffed	X
Thou lustingly engender'st	X
To sweat and make his brag and rot	X
Crowned with all honour and all shamefulness	C
From nightly towers	C
He dogs the secret footsteps of the heavens	C
Sifts in his hands the stars weighs them as gold dust	X
And yet is he successive unto nothing	M
But patrimony of a little mould	X
And entail of four planks Thou hast made his mouth	J2
Avid of all dominion and all mightiness	C
All sorrow all delight all topless grandeurs	C
All beauty and all starry majesties	C
And dim transtellar things even that it may	L
Filled in the ending with a puff of dust	X
Confess 'It is enough ' The world left empty	F
What that poor mouthful crams His heart is builded	F
For pride for potency infinity	F
All heights all deeps and all immensities	C
Arrased with purple like the house of kings	C
To stall the grey rat and the carrion worm	K2
Statelily lodge Mother of mysteries	C
Sayer of dark sayings in a thousand tongues	C
Who bringest forth no saying yet so dark	M
As we ourselves thy darkest We the young	M
In a little thought in a little thought	F
At last confront thee and ourselves in thee	F
And wake disgarmented of glory as one	A
On a mount standing and against him stands	C
On the mount adverse crowned with westering rays	C
The golden sun and they two brotherly	F
Gaze each on each	L2
He faring down	A
To the dull vale his Godhead peels from him	M2
Till he can scarcely spurn the pebble	S
For nothingness of new found mortality	F
That mutinies against his gall ed foot	F
Littly he sets him to the daily way	L
With all around the valleys growing grave	T
And known things changed and strange but he holds on	A
Though all the land of light be widow ed	F
In a little thought	F
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In a little strength in a little strength	N2
We affront thy unveiled face intolerable	S
Which yet we do sustain	A
Though I the Orient never more shall feel	S
Break like a clash of cymbals and my heart	F
Clang through my shaken body like a gong	M
Nor ever more with spurted feet shall tread	F
I' the winepresses of song nought's truly lost	F
That moulds to sprout forth gain now I have on me	F
The high Phoebean priesthood and that craves	C
An unrash utterance not with flaunted hem	B2
May the M	B2