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What dost thou here O soul	A
Beyond thy own control	A
Under the strange wild sky	B
stars reach down your hands	C
And clasp me in your silver bands	C
I tremble with this mystery	D
Flung hither by a chance	E
Of restless circumstance	E
Thou art but here and wast not sent	F
Yet once more mayest thou draw	G
By thy own mystic law	G
To the centre of thy wonderment	H
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Why wilt thou stop and start	I
Draw nearer oh my heart	I
And I will question thee most wistfully	D
Gather thy last clear resolution	J
To look upon thy dissolution	J
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The great God's life throbs far and free	D
And thou art but a spark	K
Known only in thy dark	K
Or a foam fleck upon the awful ocean	J
Thyself thy slender dignity	D
Thy own thy vexing mystery	D
In the vast change that is not change but motion	J
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'Tis not so hard as it would seem	L
Thy life is but a dream	L
And yet thou hast some thoughts about the past	M
Let go let go thy memories	N
They are not things but wandering cries	O
Wave them each one a long farewell at last	M
I hear thee say Take them O tide	P
And I will turn aside	P
Gazing with heedlessness nay even with laughter	Q
Bind me ye winds and storms	R
Among the things that once had forms	R
And carry me clean out of sight thereafter	Q
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Thou hast lived long enough	S
To know thy own weak stuff	S
Laughing thy fondest joys to utter scorn	T
Give up the idle strife	U
It is but mockery of life	U
The fates had need of thee and thou wast born	T
They are in sooth but thou shalt die	B
O wandering spark O homeless cry	B
O empty will still lacking self intent	F
Look up among the autumn trees	N
The ripened fruits fall through the breeze	N
And they will shake thee even like these	N
Into the lap of an Accomplishment	H
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Thou hadst a faith and voices said	V
Doubt not that truth but bend thy head	V
Unto the God who drew thee from the night	W
Thou liftedst up thy eyes and lo	X
A host of voices answered No	X
A thousand things as good have seen the light	W
Look how the swarms arise	O
From every clod before thy eyes	O
Are thine the only hopes that fade and fall	Y
When to the centre of its action	J
One purpose draws each separate fraction	J
And nothing but effects are left at all	Y
Aha thy faith what is thy faith	Z
The sleep that waits on coming death	A2
A blind delirious swoon that follows pain	B2
True to thy nature well right well	C2
But what that nature is thou canst not tell	C2
It has a thousand voices in thy brain	B2
Danced all the leaflets to and fro	X
Thy feet have trod them long ago	X
Sprung the glad music up the blue	D2
The hawk hath cut the song in two	D2
All the mountains crumble	E2
All the forests fall	Y
All thy brethren stumble	E2
And rise no more at all	Y
In the dim woods there is a sound	F2
When the winds begin to moan	G2
It is not of joy or yet of mirth	H2
But the mournful cry of our mother Earth	H2
As she calleth back her own	G2
Through the rosy air to night	W
The living creatures play	I2
Up and down through the rich faint light	W
None so happy as they	I2
But the blast is here and noises fall	Y
Like the sound of steps in a ruined hall	Y
An icy touch is upon them all	Y
And they sicken and fade away	I2
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The child awoke with an eye of gladness	O
With a light on his head and a matchless grace	O
And laughed at the passing shades of sadness	O
That chased the smiles on his mother's face	O
And life with its lightsome load of youth	J2
Swam like a boat on a shining lake	K2
Freighted with hopes enough in sooth	J2
But he lived to trample on joy and truth	J2
And change his crown for a murder stake	K2
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Oh a ruddy light went through the room	L2
Till the dark ran out to his mother Night	W
And that little chamber showed through the gloom	L2
Like a Noah's ark with its nest of light	W
Right glad was the maiden there I wis	O
With the youth that held her hand in his	O
Oh sweet were the words that went and came	M2
Through the light and shade of the leaping flame	M2
That glowed on the cheerful faces	O
So human the speech so sunny and kind	N2
That the darkness danced on the wall behind	N2
And even the wail of the winter wind	N2
Sang sweet through the window cases	O
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But a mournful wail crept round and round	F2
And a voice cried Come with a dreary sound	F2
And the circle wider grew	D2
The light flame sank and sorrow fell	C2
On the faces of those that loved so well	C2
Darker and wilder grew the tone	G2
Fainter and fainter the faces shone	G2
The wild night clasped them and they were gone	O2
And thou art passing too	D2
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Lo the morning slowly springs	O
Like a meek white babe from the womb of night	W
One golden planet sits and stings	O
The shifting gloom with his point of light	W
Lo the sun on its throne of flame	M2
Wouldst thou climb and win a crown	P2
Oh many a heart that pants for the same	M2
Falls to the earth ere he goes down	P2
Thy heart is a flower with an open cup	Q2
Sit and watch if it pleaseth thee	J2
Till the melting twilight fill it up	Q2
With a crystal of tender sympathy	J2
So gently will it tremble	E2
The silent midnight through	D2
And flocks of stars assemble	E2
By turns in its depths of dew	D2
But look oh look again	R2
After the driving wind and rain	B2
When the day is up and the sun is strong	S2
And the voices of men are loud and long	S2
When the flower hath slunk to its rest again	R2
And love is lost in the strife of men	R2
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Let the morning break with thoughts of love	T2
And the evening fall with dreams of bliss	O
So vainly panteth the prisoned dove	T2
For the depths of her sweet wilderness	O
So stoops the eagle in his pride	P
From his rocky nest ere the bow is bent	F
So sleeps the deer on the mountain side	P
Ere the howling pack hath caught the scent	F
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The fire climbs high till its work is done	J
The stalk falls down when the flower is gone	O2
And the stars of heaven when their course is run	J
Melt silently away	I2
There was a footfall on the snow	X
A line of light on the ocean flow	X
And a billow's dash on the rocks below	X
That stand by the wintry bay	I2
The snow was gone on the coming night	W
Another wave arose in his might	W
Uplifted his foaming breast of white	W
And died like the rest for aye	B
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Oh the stars were bright and thyself in thee	J2
Yearned for an immortality	J2
And the thoughts that drew from thy busy brain	B2
Clasped the worlds like an endless chain	B2
When a moon arose and her moving chime	U2
Smote on thy soul like a word in time	U2
Or a breathless wish or a thought in rime	U2
And the truth that looked so gloomy and high	B
Leapt to thy arms with a joyful cry	B
But what wert thou when a soulless Cause	O
Opened the book of its barren laws	O
And thy spirit that was so glad and free	J2
Was caught in the gin of necessity	J2
And a howl arose from the strife of things	O
Vexing each other with scorpion stings	O
What wert thou but an orphan child	V2
Thrust from the door when the night was wild	V2
Or a sailor on the toiling main	B2
Looking blindly up through the wind and rain	B2
As the hull of the vessel fell in twain	B2
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Seals are on the book of fate	W2
Hands may not unbind it	X2
Eyes may search for truth till late	W2
But will never find it	X2
Rising on the brow of night	W
Like a portent of dismay	U2
As the worlds in wild affright	W
Track it on its direful way	U2
Resting like a rainbow bar	Y2
Where the curve and level meet	W
As the children chase it far	Y2
O'er the sands with blistered feet	W
Sadly through the mist of ages	O
Gazing on this life of fear	Z2
Doubtful shining on its pages	O
Only seen to disappear	Z2
Sit thee by the sounding shore	A3
Winds and waves of human breath	J2
Learn a lesson from their roar	A3
Swelling bursting evermore	A3
Live thy life and die thy death	J2
Die not like the writhing worm	U2
Rise and win thy highest stake	K2
Better perish in the storm	U2
Than sit rotting on the lake	K2
Triumph in thy present youth	J2
Pulse of fire and heart of glee	J2
Leap at once into the truth	J2
If there is a truth for thee	J2
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Shapeless thoughts and dull opinions	O
Slow distinctions and degrees	O
Vex not thou thy weary pinions	O
With such leaden weights as these	O
Through this mystic jurisdiction	J
Reaching out a hand by chance	O
Resting on a dull conviction	J
Whetted but by ignorance	O
Living ever to behold	W
Mournful eyes that watch and weep	B3
Spirit suns that flashed in gold	W
Failing from the vasty deep	B3
Starry lights that glowed like Truth	J2
Gazing with unnumbered eyes	O
Melting from the skies of youth	J2
Swallowed up of mysteries	O
Cords of love that sweetly bound thee	J2
Faded writing on thy brow	C3
Presences that came around thee	J2
Hands of faith that fail thee now	C3
	-
Groping hands will ever find thee	J2
In the night with loads of chains	O
Lift thy fetters and unbind thee	J2
Cast thee on the midnight plains	O
Shapes of vision all providing	D3
Famished cheeks and hungry cries	O
Sound of crystal waters sliding	D3
Thirsty lips and bloodshot eyes	O
Empty forms that send no gleaming	D3
Through the mystery of this strife	U
Oh in such a life of seeming	D3
Death were worth an endless life	U
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Hark the trumpet of the ocean	J
Where glad lands were wont to be	J2
Many voices of commotion	J
Break in tumult over thee	J2
Lo they climb the frowning ages	O
Marching o'er their level lands	O
Far behind the strife that rages	O
Silence sits with clasped hands	O
Undivided Purpose freeing	D3
His own steps from hindrances	O
Sending out great floods of being	D3
Bathes thy steps in silentness	O
Sit thee down in mirth and laughter	Q
One there is that waits for thee	J2
If there is a true hereafter	Q
He will lend thee eyes to see	J2
	-
Like a snowflake gently falling	D3
On a quiet fountain	J
Or a weary echo calling	D3
From a distant mountain	J
Drop thy hands in peace	O
Fail falter cease	O