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'Tis a little room my friend	A
A baby walk from end to end	A
All the things look sadly real	B
This hot noontide's Unideal	B
Seek not refuge at the casement	A
There's no pasture for amazement	A
But a house most dim and rusty	A
And a street most dry and dusty	A
Seldom here more happy vision	C
Than water cart's blest apparition	C
We'll shut out the staring space	D
Draw the curtains in its face	D
	-
Close the eyelids of the room	E
Fill it with a scarlet gloom	E
Lo the walls on every side	A
Are transformed and glorified	A
Ceiled as with a rosy cloud	A
Furthest eastward of the crowd	A
Blushing faintly at the bliss	F
Of the Titan's good night kiss	F
Which her westward sisters share	G
Crimson they from breast to hair	G
'Tis the faintest lends its dye	H
To my room ah not the sky	H
Worthy though to be a room	E
Underneath the wonder dome	I
Look around on either hand	A
Are we not in fairy land	A
In the ruddy atmosphere	J
All familiar things appear	J
Glowing with a mystery	A
In the red light shadowy	A
Lasting bliss to you and me	A
Colour only though it be	A
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Now on the couch inwrapt in mist	A
Of vapourized amethyst	A
Lie as in a rose's heart	A
Secret things I will impart	A
Any time you would receive them	K
Easier though you will believe them	K
In dissolving dreamy red	A
Self same radiance that is shed	A
From the summer heart of Poet	A
Flushing those that never know it	A
Tell me not the light thou viewest	A
Is a false one 'tis the truest	A
'Tis the light revealing wonder	L
Filling all above and under	L
If in light you make a schism	M
'Tis the deepest in the prism	M
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The room looks common but the fact is	N
'Tis a cell of magic practice	O
So disguised by common daylight	A
By its disenchanting grey light	A
Only spirit eyes mesmeric	H
See its glories esoteric	H
There that case against the wall	B
Glowingly purpureal	B
A piano to the prosy	O
Not to us in twilight rosy	O
'Tis a cave where Nereids lie	B
Naiads Dryads Oreads sigh	B
Dreaming of the time when they	P
Danced in forest and in bay	P
In that chest before your eyes	O
Nature's self enchanted lies	O
Awful hills and midnight woods	O
Sunny rains in solitudes	O
Deserts of unbounded longing	H
Blessed visions gladness thronging	H
	-
All this globe of life unfoldeth	P
In phantom forms that coffer holdeth	P
True unseen for 'tis enchanted	A
What is that but kept till wanted	A
Do you hear that voice of singing	H
'Tis the enchantress that is flinging	H
Spells around her baby's riot	A
Music's oil the waves to quiet	A
She at once can disenchant them	K
To a lover's wish to grant them	K
She can make the treasure casket	A
Yield its riches as that basket	A
Yielded up the gathered flowers	O
Yet its mines and fields and bowers	O
Full remain as mother Earth	P
Never tired of giving birth	P
	-
Do you doubt me Wait till night	A
Brings black hours and white delight	A
Then as now your limbs outstretching	H
Yield yourself to her bewitching	H
She will bring a book of spells	O
Writ like crabbed oracles	O
Wherewith necromantic fingers	O
Raise the ghosts of parted singers	O
Straight your senses will be bound	A
In a net of torrent sound	A
For it is a silent fountain	C
Fed by springs from unseen mountain	C
	-
Till with gestures cabalistic	H
Crossing lining figures mystic	H
Diagram most mathematic	H
Simple to these signs erratic	H
O'er the seals her quick hands going	H
Loose the rills and set them flowing	H
Pent up music rushing out	A
Bathes thy spirit all about	A
Spell bound nature freed again	Q
Joyous revels in thy brain	R
	-
On a mountain top you stand	A
Looking o'er a sunny land	A
Giant forces marching slow	B
Rank on rank the great hills go	B
On and on without a stay	P
Melting in the blue away	P
Wondrous light more wondrous shading	H
High relief in faintness fading	H
Branching streams like silver veins	O
Meet and part in dells and plains	O
There a woody hollow lies	O
Dumb with love and bright with eyes	O
Moorland tracks of broken ground	A
Rising o'er it all around	A
Traveller climbing from the grove	S
Needs the tender heavens above	T
Ah my pictured life you cry	B
Fading into sea and sky	B
	-
Lost in thought that gently grieves you	U
All the fairy landscape leaves you	U
Sinks the sadness into rest	A
Ripple like on water's breast	A
Mother's bosom rests the daughter	L
Grief the ripple Love the water	L
All the past is strangely blended	A
In a mist of colours splendid	A
But chaotic as to form	V
An unfeatured beauty storm	V
	-
Wakes within the ancient mind	A
For a gloriousness defined	A
As she sought and knew your pleasure	L
Wiling with a dancing measure	L
Underneath your closed eyes	O
She calls the shapes of clouded skies	O
White forms flushing hyacinthine	R
Twine in curvings labyrinthine	R
Seem with godlike graceful feet	A
For such mazy motion meet	A
To press from air each lambent note	A
On whose throbbing fire they float	A
With an airy wishful gait	A
On each others' motion wait	A
Naked arms and vesture free	O
Fill up the dance of harmony	O
	-
Gone the measure polyhedral	B
Springs aloft a high cathedral	B
Every arch like praying arms	O
Upward flung in love's alarms	O
Knit by clasped hands o'erhead	A
Heaves to heaven the weight of dread	A
Underneath thee like a cloud	A
Gathers music dim not loud	A
Swells thy bosom with devotion	R
Floats thee like a wave of ocean	R
Vanishes the pile away	P
In heaven thou kneelest down to pray	P
	-
Let the sounds but reach thy heart	A
Straight thyself magician art	A
Walkest open eyed through earth	P
Seest wonders in their birth	P
Whence they come and whither go	B
Thou thyself exalted so	B
Nature's consciousness whereby	B
On herself she turns her eye	B
Only heed thou worship God	A
Else thou stalkest on thy sod	A
Puppet god of picture world	A
For thy foolish gaze unfurled	A
Mirror thing of things below thee	O
Thy own self can never know thee	O
Not a high and holy actor	L
A reflector and refractor	L
Helpless in thy gift of light	A
Self consuming into night	A
	-
Lasting yet the roseate glory	O
I must hasten with my story	O
Of the little room's true features	O
Seldom seen by mortal creatures	O
Lest my prophet vision fading	H
Leave me in the darkness wading	H
What are those upon the wall	B
Ranged in rows symmetrical	B
They are books an owl would say	P
But the owl's night is the day	P
Of these too if you have patience	O
I can give you revelations	O
Through the walls of Time and Sight	A
Doors they are to the Infinite	A
Through the limits that embrace us	O
Openings to the eternal spaces	O
Round us all the noisy day	P
Full of silences alway	P
Round us all the darksome night	A
Ever full of awful light	A
And though closed may still remind us	O
There is mystery behind us	O
	-
That my friend Now it is curious	O
You should hit upon the spurious	O
'Tis a blind a painted door	W
Knock at it for evermore	W
Never vision it affords	O
But its panelled gilded boards	O
Behind it lieth nought at all	B
But the limy webby wall	B
Oh no not a painted block	H
Not the less a printed mock	H
A book 'tis true no whit the more	W
A revealing out going door	W
There are two or three such books	O
For a while in others' nooks	O
Where they should no longer be	O
But for reasons known to me	O
	-
Do not open that one though	B
It is real but if you go	B
Careless to it as to dance	O
You'll see nothing for your glance	O
Blankness deafness blindness dumbness	O
Soon will stare you to a numbness	O
No my friend it is not wise	O
To open doors into the skies	O
As into a little study	O
Where a feeble brain grows muddy	O
Wait till night and you shall be	O
Left alone with mystery	O
Light this lamp's white softened ray	P
Another wonder by the way	P
Then with humble faith and prayer	G
Ope the door with patient care	G
Yours be calmness then and strength	P
For the sight you see at length	P
	-
Sometimes after trying vainly	O
With much effort forced ungainly	O
To entice the rugged door	W
To yield up its wondrous lore	W
With a sudden burst of thunder	L
All its frame is dashed asunder	L
The gulfy silence lightning fleet	A
Shooteth hellward at thy feet	A
Take thou heed lest evil terror	L
Snare thee in a downward error	L
Drag thee through the narrow gate	A
Give thee up to windy fate	A
To be blown for evermore	W
Up and down without a shore	W
For to shun the good as ill	B
Makes the evil bolder still	B
But oftener far the portal opes	O
With the sound of coming hopes	O
On the joy astonished eyes	O
Awful heights of glory rise	O
Mountains stars and dreadful space	O
The Eternal's azure face	O
In storms of silence self is drowned	A
Leaves the soul a gulf profound	A
Where new heavens and earth arise	O
Rolling seas and arching skies	O
	-
Gathers slow a vapour o'er thee	O
From the ocean depths before thee	O
Lo the vision all hath vanished	A
Thou art left alone and banished	A
Shut the door thou findest groping	H
Without chance of further oping	H
Thou must wait until thy soul	B
Rises nearer to its goal	B
Till more childhood strength has given	R
Then approach this gate of Heaven	R
It will open as before	W
Yielding wonders yet in store	W
For thee if thou wilt turn to good	A
Things already understood	A
	-
Why I let such useless lumber	L
Useful bookshelves so encumber	L
I will tell thee for thy question	R
Of wonders brings me to the best one	R
There's a future wonder may be	O
Sure a present magic baby	O
Patience friend I know your looks	O
What has that to do with books	O
With her sounds of molten speech	X
Quick a parent's heart to reach	X
Though uncoined to words sedate	A
Or even to sounds articulate	A
Yet sweeter than the music's flowing	H
Which doth set her music going	H
Now our highest wonder duty	O
Is with this same wonder beauty	O
How with culture high and steady	O
To unfold a magic lady	O
How to keep her full of wonder	L
At all things above and under	L
Her from childhood never part	A
Change the brain but keep the heart	A
She is God's child all the time	Y
On all the hours the child must climb	Y
As on steps of shining stairs	O
Leading up the path of prayers	O
So one lesson from our looks	O
Must be this to honour books	O
As a strange and mystic band	A
Which she cannot understand	A
Scarce to touch them without fear	J
Never but when I am near	J
As a priest to temple rite	A
Leading in the acolyte	A
But when she has older grown	R
And can see a difference shown	R
	-
She must learn 'tis not appearing	H
Makes a book fit for revering	H
To distinguish and divide	A
'Twixt the form and soul inside	A
That a book is more than boards	O
Leaves and words in gathered hordes	O
Which no greater good can do man	R
Than the goblin hollow woman	R
Or a pump without a well	B
Or priest without an oracle	B
Form is worthless save it be	O
Type of an infinity	O
Sign of something present true	U
Though unopened to the view	U
Heady in its bosom holding	H
What it will be aye unfolding	H
Never uttering but in part	A
From an unexhausted heart	A
Sight convincing to her mind	A
I will separate kind from kind	A
Take those books though honoured by her	L
Lay them on the study fire	L
For their form's sake somewhat tender	L
Yet consume them to a cinder	L
Years of reverence shall not save them	K
From the greedy flames that crave them	K
You shall see this slight Immortal	B
Half way yet within life's portal	B
Gathering gladness she looks back	H
Streams it forward on her track	H
Wanders ever in the dance	O
Of her own sweet radiance	O
Though the glory cease to burn	R
Inward only it will turn	R
Make her hidden being bright	A
Make herself a lamp of light	A
And a second gate of birth	P
Will take her to another earth	P
	-
But my friend I've rattled plenty	O
To suffice for mornings twenty	O
And I must not toss you longer	L
On this torrent waxing stronger	L
Other things past contradiction	R
Here would prove I spoke no fiction	R
Did I lead them up choragic	H
To reveal their nature magic	H
There is that machine glass masked	A
With continual questions tasked	A
Ticking with untiring rock	H
It is called an eight day clock	H
But to me the thing appears	O
Made for winding up the years	O
Drawing on fast as it can	R
The day when comes the Son of Man	R
	-
On the sea the sunshine broods	O
And the shining tops of woods	O
We will leave these oracles	O
Finding others 'mid the hills	O