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'Tis the midnight hour I heard	A
The Abbey bell give out the word	A
Seldom is the lamp ray shed	B
On some dwarfed foot farer's head	B
In the deep and narrow street	C
Lying ditch like at my feet	C
Where I stand at lattice high	D
Downward gazing listlessly	E
From my house upon the rock	F
Peak of earth's foundation block	F
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There her windows every story	E
Shine with far off nebulous glory	E
Round her in that luminous cloud	G
Stars obedient press and crowd	G
She the centre of all gazing	H
She the sun her planets dazing	H
In her eyes' victorious lightning	H
Some are paling some are brightening	H
Those on which they gracious turn	I
Stars combust all tenfold burn	I
Those from which they look away	J
Listless roam in twilight gray	J
When on her my looks I bent	K
Wonder shook me like a tent	K
And my eyes grew dim with sheen	L
Wasting light upon its queen	L
But though she my eyes might chain	M
Rule my ebbing flowing brain	M
Truth alone without within	N
Can the soul's high homage win	N
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He I do not doubt is there	O
Who unveiled my idol fair	O
And I thank him grateful much	P
Though his end was none of such	P
He from shapely lips of wit	Q
Let the fire flakes lightly flit	Q
Scorching as the snow that fell	R
On the damned in Dante's hell	R
With keen gentle opposition	S
Playful merciless precision	S
Mocked the sweet romance of youth	T
Balancing on spheric truth	T
He on sense's firm set plane	M
Rolled the unstable ball amain	M
With a smile she looked at me	E
Stung my soul and set me free	E
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Welcome friend Bring in your bricks	U
Mortar there No need to mix	U
That is well And picks and hammers	V
Verily these are no shammers	V
There my friend build up that niche	W
That one with the painting rich	W
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Yes you're right it is a show	X
Picture seldom can bestow	X
City palaces and towers	V
Terraced gardens twilight bowers	V
Vistas deep through swaying masts	V
Pennons flaunting in the blasts	V
Build my room it does not fit	Q
Brick glaze is the thing for it	Q
	-
Yes a window you may call it	Q
Not the less up you must wall it	Q
In that niche the dead world lies	V
Bury death and free mine eyes	V
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There were youths who held by me	E
Said I taught yet left them free	E
Will they do as I said then	M
God forbid As ye are men	M
Find the secret follow and find	Y
All forget that lies behind	Y
Me the schools yourselves forsake	H
In your souls a silence make	H
Hearken till a whisper come	Z
Listen follow and be dumb	Z
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There 'tis over I am dead	B
Of my life the broken thread	B
Here I cast out of my hand	A2
O my soul the merry land	A2
On my heart the sinking vault	B2
Of my ruining past makes halt	B2
Ages I could sit and moan	M
For the shining world that's gone	M
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Haste and pierce the other wall	C2
Break an opening to the All	C2
Where No matter done is best	D2
Kind of window Let that rest	D2
Who at morning ever lies	V
Pondering how to ope his eyes	V
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I bethink me we must fall	C2
On the thinnest of the wall	C2
There it must be in that niche	W
No the deepest that in which	W
Stands the Crucifix	V
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You start	E2
Ah your half believing heart	E2
Shrinks from that as sacrilege	F2
Or at least upon its edge	G2
Worse than sacrilege I say	V
Is it to withhold the day	V
From the brother whom thou knowest	V
For the God thou never sawest	V
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Reverently O marble cold	V
Thee in living arms I fold	V
Thou who art thyself the way	V
From the darkness to the day	V
Window thou to every land	V
Wouldst not one dread moment stand	V
Shutting out the air and sky	H
And the dayspring from on high	H
Brother with the rugged crown	M
Gently thus I lift thee down	M
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Give me pick and hammer you	H2
Stand aside the deed I'll do	H2
Yes in truth I have small skill	I2
But the best thing is the will	I2
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Stroke on stroke The frescoed plaster	J2
Clashes downward fast and faster	J2
Hark I hear an outer stone	M
Down the rough rock rumbling thrown	M
There's a cranny there's a crack	H
The great sun is at its back	H
Lo a mass is outward flung	H
In the universe hath sprung	H
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See the gold upon the blue	H2
See the sun come blinding through	H2
See the far off mountain shine	M
In the dazzling light divine	M
Prisoned world thy captive's gone	M
Welcome wind and sky and sun	M

George Macdonald

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