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To G E M	A
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'Tis a little room my friend	B
Baby walks from end to end	B
All the things look sadly real	C
This hot noontide unideal	C
Vaporous heat from cope to basement	D
All you see outside the casement	D
Save one house all mud becrusted	D
And a street all drought bedusted	D
There behold its happiest vision	E
Trickling water cart's derision	E
Shut we out the staring space	F
Draw the curtains in its face	F
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Close the eyelids of the room	G
Fill it with a scarlet gloom	G
Lo the walls with warm flush dyed	D
Lo the ceiling glorified	D
As when lost in tenderest pinks	H
White rose on the red rose thinks	H
But beneath a hue right rosy	I
Red as a geranium posy	I
Stains the air with power estranging	J
Known with unknown clouding changing	J
See in ruddy atmosphere	K
Commonplaceness disappear	K
Look around on either hand	D
Are we not in fairyland	D
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On that couch inwrapt in mist	D
Of vaporized amethyst	D
Lie as in a rose's heart	D
Secret things I would impart	D
Any time you would believe them	A
Easier though you will receive them	A
Bathed in glowing mystery	I
Of the red light shadowy	I
For this ruby hearted hue	L
Sanguine core of all the true	L
Which for love the heart would plunder	M
Is the very hue of wonder	M
This dissolving dreamy red	D
Is the self same radiance shed	D
From the heart of poet young	J
Glowing poppy sunlight stung	J
If in light you make a schism	N
'Tis the deepest in the prism	N
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This poor seeming room in fact	D
Is of marvels all compact	D
So disguised by common daylight	D
By its disenchanting gray light	D
Only eyes that see by shining	J
Inside pierce to its live lining	J
Loftiest observatory	I
Ne'er unveiled such hidden glory	I
Never sage's furnace kitchen	E
Magic wonders was so rich in	O
Never book of wizard old	D
Clasped such in its iron hold	D
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See that case against the wall	C
Darkly dull purpureal	C
A piano to the prosy	I
But to us in twilight rosy	I
What A cave where Nereids lie	C
Naiads Dryads Oreads sigh	C
Dreaming of the time when they	P
Danced in forest and in bay	P
In that chest before your eyes	I
Nature self enchanted lies	I
Lofty days of summer splendour	I
Low dim eves of opal tender	I
Airy hunts of cloud and wind	D
Brooding storm below behind	D
Awful hills and midnight woods	I
Sunny rains in solitudes	I
Babbling streams in forests hoar	I
Seven hued icebergs oceans frore	I
Yes did I not say enchanted	D
That is hid away till wanted	D
Do you hear a low voiced singing	J
'Tis the sorceress's flinging	J
Spells around her baby's riot	D
Binding her in moveless quiet	D
She at will can disenchant them	A
And to prayer believing grant them	A
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You believe me soon will night	D
Free her hands for fair delight	D
Then invoke her she will come	N
Fold your arms be blind and dumb	N
She will bring a book of spells	I
Writ like crabbed oracles	I
Like Sabrina's will her hands	I
Thaw the power of charmed bands	I
First will ransomed music rush	Q
Round thee in a glorious gush	Q
Next upon its waves will sally	I
Like a stream god down a valley	I
Nature's self the formless former	I
Nature's self the peaceful stormer	I
She will enter captive take thee	I
And both one and many make thee	I
One by softest power to still thee	I
Many by the thoughts that fill thee	I
Let me guess three guesses where	I
She her prisoner will bear	I
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On a mountain top you stand	D
Gazing o'er a sunny land	D
Shining streams like silver veins	I
Rise in dells and meet in plains	I
Up yon brook a hollow lies	I
Dumb as love that fears surprise	I
Moorland tracts of broken ground	D
O'er it rise and close it round	D
He who climbs from bosky dale	C
Hears the foggy breezes wail	C
Yes thou know'st the nest of love	R
Know'st the waste around above	R
In thy soul or in thy past	D
Straight it melts into the vast	D
Quickly vanishes away	P
In a gloom of darkening gray	P
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Sinks the sadness into rest	D
Ripple like on water's breast	D
Mother's bosom rests the daughter	I
Grief the ripple love the water	I
And thy brain like wind harp lies	I
Breathed upon from distant skies	I
Till soft gathering visions new	L
Grow like vapours in the blue	L
White forms flushing hyacinthine	L
Move in motions labyrinthine	L
With an airy wishful gait	D
On the counter motion wait	D
Sweet restraint and action free	I
Show the law of liberty	I
Master of the revel still	C
The obedient perfect will	C
Hating smallest thing awry	I
Breathing breeding harmony	I
While the god like graceful feet	D
For such mazy marvelling meet	D
Press from air a shining sound	D
Rippling after lingering round	D
Hair afloat and arms aloft	D
Fill the chord of movement soft	D
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Gone the measure polyhedral	C
Towers aloft a fair cathedral	C
Every arch like praying arms	I
Upward flung in love's alarms	I
Knit by clasped hands o'erhead	D
Heaves to heaven a weight of dread	D
In thee like an angel crowd	D
Grows the music praying loud	D
Swells thy spirit with devotion	L
As a strong wind swells the ocean	L
Sweeps the visioned pile away	P
Leaves thy heart alone to pray	P
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As the prayer grows dim and dies	I
Like a sunset from the skies	I
Glides another change of mood	D
O'er thy inner solitude	D
Girt with Music's magic zone	L
Lo thyself magician grown	L
Open eyed thou walk'st through earth	S
Brooding on the aeonian birth	S
Of a thousand wonder things	I
In divine dusk of their springs	I
Half thou seest whence they flow	C
Half thou seest whither go	C
Nature's consciousness whereby	I
On herself she turns her eye	I
Hoping for all men and thee	I
Perfected pure harmony	I
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But when sinking slow the sun	L
Leaves the glowing curtain dun	L
I of prophet insight reft	D
Shall be dull and dreamless left	D
I must hasten proof on proof	T
Weaving in the warp my woof	T
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What are those upon the wall	C
Ranged in rows symmetrical	C
Through the wall of things external	C
Posterns they to the supernal	C
Through Earth's battlemented height	D
Loopholes to the Infinite	D
Through locked gates of place and time	U
Wickets to the eternal prime	U
Lying round the noisy day	D
Full of silences alway	P
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That my friend Now it is curious	I
You should hit upon the spurious	I
'Tis a door to nowhere that	D
Never soul went in thereat	D
Lies behind a limy wall	C
Hung with cobwebs that is all	C
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Do not open that one yet	D
Wait until the sun is set	D
If you careless lift its latch	V
Glimpse of nothing will you catch	V
Mere negation blank of hue	L
Out of it will stare at you	L
Wait I say the coming night	D
Fittest time for second sight	D
Then the wide eyes of the mind	D
See far down the Spirit's wind	D
You may have to strain and pull	C
Force and lift with cunning tool	C
Ere the rugged ill joined door	I
Yield the sight it stands before	I
When at last with grating sweep	W
Wide it swings behold the deep	W
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Thou art standing on the verge	X
Where material things emerge	X
Hoary silence lightning fleet	D
Shooteth hellward at thy feet	D
Fear not thou whose life is truth	Y
Gazing will renew thy youth	Y
But where sin of soul or flesh	Z
Held a man in spider mesh	Z
It would drag him through that door	I
Give him up to loreless lore	I
Ages to be blown and hurled	D
Up and down a deedless world	D
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Ah your eyes ask how I brook	J
Doors that are not doors to look	J
That is whither I was tending	J
And it brings me to good ending	J
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Baby is the cause of this	I
Odd it seems but so it is	I
Baby with her pretty prate	D
Molten half articulate	D
Full of hints suggestions catches	I
Broken verse and music snatches	I
She like seraph gone astray	D
Must be shown the homeward way	D
Plant of heaven she rooted lowly	C
Must put forth a blossom holy	C
Must through culture high and steady	C
Slow unfold a gracious lady	C
She must therefore live in wonder	I
See nought common up or under	I
She the moon and stars and sea	C
Worm and butterfly and bee	C
Yea the sparkle in a stone	L
Must with marvel look upon	L
She must love in heaven's own blueness	I
Both the colour and the newness	I
Must each day from darkness break	J
Often often come awake	J
Never with her childhood part	D
Change the brain but keep the heart	D
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So from lips and hands and looks	I
She must learn to honour books	I
Turn the leaves with careful fingers	I
Never lean where long she lingers	I
But when she is old enough	A2
She must learn the lesson rough	A2
That to seem is not to be	C
As to know is not to see	C
That to man or book appearing	J
Gives no title to revering	J
That a pump is not a well	C
Nor a priest an oracle	C
This to leave safe in her mind	D
I will take her and go find	D
Certain no books dreary apes	I
Tell her they are mere mock shapes	I
No more to be honoured by her	I
But be laid upon the fire	I
Book appearance must not hinder	I
Their consuming to a cinder	I
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Would you see the small immortal	C
One short pace within Time's portal	C
I will fetch her Is she white	D
Solemn true a light in light	D
See is not her lily skin	L
White as whitest ermelin	L
Washed in palest thinnest rose	I
Very thought of God she goes	I
Ne'er to wander in her dance	I
Out of his love radiance	I
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But my friend I've rattled plenty	C
To suffice for mornings twenty	C
I should never stop of course	I
Therefore stop I will perforce	I
If I led them up choragic	J
To reveal their nature magic	J
Twenty things past contradiction	L
Yet would prove I spoke no fiction	L
Of the room's belongings cryptic	J
Read by light apocalyptic	J
There is that strange thing glass masked	D
With continual questions tasked	D
Ticking with untiring rock	J
It is called an eight day clock	J
But to me the thing appears	I
Busy winding up the years	I
Drawing on with coiling chain	L
The epiphany again	L