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Not the Circean wine	A
Most perilous is for pain	B
Grapes of the heavens' star loaden vine	A
Whereto the lofty placed	C
Thoughts of fair souls attain	B
Tempt with a more retributive delight	D
And do disrelish all life's sober taste	C
'Tis to have drunk too well	E
The drink that is divine	A
Maketh the kind earth waste	C
And breath intolerable	F
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Ah me	G
How shall my mouth content it with mortality	G
Lo secret music sweetest music	H
From distances of distance drifting its lone flight	D
Down the arcane where Night would perish in night	D
Like a god's loosened locks slips undulously	F
Music that is too grievous of the height	D
For safe and low delight	D
Too infinite	I
For bounded hearts which yet would girth the sea	G
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So let it be	G
Though sweet be great and though my heart be small	F
So let it be	G
O music music though you wake in me	G
No joy no joy at all	F
Although you only wake	J
Uttermost sadness measure of delight	D
Which else I could not credit to the height	D
Did I not know	K
That ill is statured to its opposite	I
Did I not know	K
And even of sadness so	K
Of utter sadness make	J
Of extreme sad a rod to mete	L
The incredible excess of unsensed sweet	L
And mystic wall of strange felicity	G
So let it be	G
Though sweet be great and though my heart be small	F
And bitter meat	L
The food of gods for men to eat	L
Yea John ate daintier and did tread	M
Less ways of heat	L
Than whom to their wind carpeted	N
High banquet hall	F
And golden love feasts the fair stars entreat	N
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But ah withal	F
Some hold some stay	N
O difficult Joy I pray	N
Some arms of thine	A
Not only only arms of mine	A
Lest like a weary girl I fall	F
From clasping love so high	O
And lacking thus thine arms then may	N
Most hapless I	O
Turn utterly to love of basest rate	N
For low they fall whose fall is from the sky	O
Yea who me shall secure	P
But I of height grown desperate	N
Surcease my wing and my lost fate	N
Be dashed from pure	P
To broken writhings in the shameful slime	Q
Lower than man for I dreamed higher	R
Thrust down by how much I aspire	S
And damned with drink of immortality	N
For such things be	N
Yea and the lowest reach of reeky Hell	F
Is but made possible	F
By forta'en breath of Heaven's austerest clime	Q
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These tidings from the vast to bring	T
Needeth not doctor nor divine	A
Too well too well	F
My flesh doth know the heart perturbing thing	T
That dread theology alone	U
Is mine	A
Most native and my own	U
And ever with victorious toil	F
When I have made	N
Of the deific peaks dim escalade	N
My soul with anguish and recoil	F
Doth like a city in an earthquake rock	V
As at my feet the abyss is cloven then	W
With deeper menace than for other men	W
Of my potential cousinship with mire	S
That all my conquered skies do grow a hollow mock	V
My fearful powers retire	S
No longer strong	X
Reversing the shook banners of their song	X
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Ah for a heart less native to high Heaven	Y
A hooded eye for jesses and restraint	N
Or for a will accipitrine to pursue	Z
The veil of tutelar flesh to simple livers given	Y
Or those brave fledging fervours of the Saint	N
Whose heavenly falcon craft doth never taint	N
Nor they in sickest time their ample virtue mew	Z

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