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There is a parable in the pathless cloud	A
There's prophecy in heaven they did not lie	B
The Chaldee shepherds seal ed from the proud	A
To cheer the weighted heart that mates the seeing eye	B
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A lonely man oppressed with lonely ills	C
And all the glory fallen from my song	D
Here do I walk among the windy hills	C
The wind and I keep both one monotoning tongue	E
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Like grey clouds one by one my songs upsoar	F
Over my soul's cold peaks and one by one	G
They loose their little rain and are no more	F
And whether well or ill to tell me there is none	G
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For 'tis an alien tongue of alien things	H
From all men's care how miserably apart	I
Even my friends say 'Of what is this he sings '	-
And barren is my song and barren is my heart	I
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For who can work unwitting his work's worth	J
Better meseems to know the work for naught	K
Turn my sick course back to the kindly earth	J
And leave to ampler plumes the jetting tops of thought	K
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And visitations that do often use	L
Remote unhappy inauspicious sense	M
Of doom and poets widowed of their muse	N
And what dark 'gan dark ended in me did commence	M
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I thought of spirit wronged by mortal ills	C
And my flesh rotting on my fate's dull stake	O
And how self scorn ed they the bounty fills	C
Of others and the bread even of their dearest take	O
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I thought of Keats that died in perfect time	P
In predecease of his just sickening song	D
Of him that set wrapt in his radiant rhyme	P
Sunlike in sea Life longer had been life too long	D
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But I exanimate of quick Poesy	C
O then no more but even a soulless corse	C
Nay my Delight dies not 'tis I should be	Q
Her dead a stringless harp on which she had no force	C
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Of my wild lot I thought from place to place	C
Apollo's song bowed Scythian I go on	R
Making in all my home with pliant ways	C
But provident of change putting forth root in none	G
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Now with starved brain sick body patience galled	K
With fardels even to wincing from fair sky	B
Fell sudden little rain scarce to be called	K
A shower which of the instant was gone wholly by	B
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What cloud thus died I saw not heaven was fair	F
Methinks my angel plucked my locks I bowed	K
My spirit shamed and looking in the air	F
'Even so ' I said 'even so my brother the good Cloud '	-
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It was a pilgrim of the fields of air	F
Its home was allwheres the wind left it rest	K
And in a little forth again did fare	F
And in all places was a stranger and a guest	K
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It harked all breaths of heaven and did obey	S
With sweet peace their uncomprehended wills	C
It knew the eyes of stars which made no stay	S
And with the thunder walked upon the lonely hills	C
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And from the subject earth it seemed to scorn	T
It drew the sustenance whereby it grew	F
Perfect in bosom for the married Morn	T
And of his life and light full as a maid kissed new	F
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Its also darkness of the face withdrawn	U
And the long waiting for the little light	K
So long in life so little Like a fawn	U
It fled with tempest breathing hard at heel of flight	K
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And having known full East did not disdain	V
To sit in shadow and oblivious cold	K
Save what all loss doth of its loss retain	V
And who hath held hath somewhat that he still must hold	K
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Right poet who thy rightness to approve	W
Having all liberty didst keep all measure	F
And with a firmament for ranging move	W
But at the heavens' uncomprehended pleasure	F
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With amplitude unchecked how sweetly thou	X
Didst wear the ancient custom of the skies	C
And yoke of used prescription and thence how	X
Find gay variety no license could devise	C
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As we the quested beauties better wit	K
Of the one grove our own than forests great	K
Restraint by the delighted search of it	K
Turns to right scope For lovely moving intricate	K
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Is put to fair devising in the curb	Y
Of ordered limit and all changeful Hermes	C
Is Terminus as well Yet we perturb	Y
Our souls for latitude whose strength in bound and term is	C
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How far am I from heavenly liberty	K
That play at policy with change and fate	K
Who should my soul from foreign broils keep free	K
In the fast guarded frontiers of its single state	K
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Could I face firm the Is and with To be	K
Trust Heaven to Heaven commit the deed and do	F
In power contained calm in infirmity	K
And fit myself to change with virtue ever new	F
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Thou hadst not shamed me cousin of the sky	B
Thou wandering kinsman that didst sweetly live	Z
Unnoted and unnoted sweetly die	B
Weeping more gracious song than any I can weave	A2
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Which these gross tissued words do sorely wrong	D
Thou hast taught me on powerlessness a power	F
To make song wait on life not life on song	D
To hold sweet not too sweet and bread for bread though sour	F
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By law to wander to be strictly free	K
With tears ascended from the heart's sad sea	K
Ah such a silver song to Death could I	B
Sing Pain would list forgetting Pain to be	K
And Death would tarry marvelling and forget to die	B

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