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Days when the ball of our vision	A
Had eagles that flew unabashed to sun	A
When the grasp on the bow was decision	A
And arrow and hand and eye were one	A
When the Pleasures like waves to a swimmer	B
Came heaving for rapture ahead	C
Invoke them they dwindle they glimmer	B
As lights over mounds of the dead	C
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Behold the winged Olympus off the mead	D
With thunder of wide pinions lightning speed	D
Wafting the shepherd boy through ether clear	E
To bear the golden nectar cup	F
So flies desire at view of its delight	G
When the young heart is tiptoe perched on sight	G
We meanwhile who in hues of the sick year	E
The Spring time paint to prick us for our lost	H
Mount but the fatal half way up	F
Whereon shut eyes This is decreed	D
For Age that would to youthful heavens ascend	I
By passion for the arms' possession tossed	H
It falls the way of sighs and hath their end	I
A spark gone out to more sepulchral night	G
Good if the arrowy eagle of the height	G
Be then the little bird that hops to feed	D
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Lame falls the cry to kindle days	J
Of radiant orb and daring gaze	J
It does but clank our mortal chain	K
For Earth reads through her felon old	L
The many numbered of her fold	L
Who forward tottering backward strain	K
And would be thieves of treasure spent	M
With their grey season soured	N
She could write out their history in their thirst	O
To have again the much devoured	N
And be the bud at burst	O
In honey fancy join the flow	P
Where Youth swims on as once they went	M
All choiric for spontaneous glee	Q
Of active eager lungs and thews	J
They now bared roots beside the river bent	M
Whose privilege themselves to see	J
Their place in yonder tideway know	P
The current glass peruse	J
The depths intently sound	R
And sapped by each returning flood	S
Accept for monitory nourishment	T
Those worn roped features under crust of mud	S
Reflected in the silvery smooth around	R
Not less the branching and high singing tree	J
A home of nests a landmark and a tent	M
Until their hour for losing hold on ground	R
Even such good harvest of the things that flee	J
Earth offers her subjected and they choose	J
Rather of Bacchic Youth one beam to drink	U
And warm slow marrow with the sensual wink	U
So block they at her source the Mother of the Muse	J
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Who cheerfully the little bird becomes	J
Without a fall and pipes for peck at crumbs	J
May have her dolings to the lightest touch	V
As where some cripple muses by his crutch	V
Unwitting that the spirit in him sings	J
'When I had legs then had I wings	J
As good as any born of eggs	J
To feed on all aerial things	J
When I had legs '	-
And if not to embrace he sighs	J
She gives him breath of Youth awhile	W
Perspective of a breezy mile	W
Companionable hedgeways lifting skies	J
Scenes where his nested dreams upon their hoard	X
Brooded or up to empyrean soared	X
Enough to link him with a dotted line	Y
But cravings for an eagle's flight	G
To top white peaks and serve wild wine	Y
Among the rosy undecayed	G
Bring only flash of shade	G
From her full throbbing breast of day in night	G
By what they crave are they betrayed	G
And cavernous is that young dragon's jaw	Z
Crimson for all the fiery reptile saw	Z
In time now coveted for teeth to flay	A2
Once more consume were Life recurrent May	A2
They to their moment of drawn breath	B2
Which is the life that makes the death	B2
The death that makes ethereal life would bind	G
The death that breeds the spectre do they find	G
Darkness is wedded and the waste regrets	J
Beating as dead leaves on a fitful gust	G
By souls no longer dowered to climb	C2
Beneath their pack of dust	G
Whom envy of a lustrous prime	C2
Eclipsed while yet invoked besets	J
And dooms to sink and water sable flowers	J
That never gladdened eye or loaded bee	J
Strain we the arms for Memory's hours	J
We are the seized Persephone	Y
Responsive never to the soft desire	B
For one prized tune is this our chord of life	D2
'Tis clipped to deadness with a wanton knife	D2
In wishes that for ecstasies aspire	E2
Yet have we glad companionship of Youth	F2
Elysian meadows for the mind	G
Dare we to face deeds done and in our tomb	G2
Filled with the parti coloured bloom	G2
Of loved and hated grasp all human truth	F2
Sowed by us down the mazy paths behind	G
To feel that heaven must we that hell sound through	H2
Whence comes a line of continuity	J
That brings our middle station into view	H2
Between those poles a novel Earth we see	J
In likeness of us made of banned and blest	G
The sower's bed but not the reaper's rest	G
An Earth alive with meanings wherein meet	G
Buried and breathing and to be	J
Then of the junction of the three	J
Even as a heart in brain full sweet	G
May sense of soul the sum of music beat	G
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Only the soul can walk the dusty track	I2
Where hangs our flowering under vapours black	I2
And bear to see how these pervade obscure	J2
Quench recollection of a spacious pure	J2
They take phantasmal forms divide convolve	H2
Hard at each other point and gape	K2
Horrible ghosts in agony dissolve	H2
To reappear with one they drape	K2
For criminal and Father shrieking name	L2
Who such distorted issue did beget	G
Accept them them and him though hiss thy sweat	G
Off brow on breast whose furnace flame	L2
Has eaten and old Self consumes	J
Out of the purification will they leap	M2
Thee renovating while new light illumes	J
The dusky web of evil known as pain	Y
That heavily up healthward mounts the steep	M2
Our fleshly road to beacon fire of brain	Y
Midway the tameless oceanic brute	G
Below whose heave is topped with foam for fruit	G
And the fair heaven reflecting inner peace	J
On righteous warfare that asks not to cease	J
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Forth of such passage through black fire we win	Y
Clear hearing of the simple lute	G
Whereon and not on other Memory plays	J
For them who can in quietness receive	H2
Her restorative airs a ditty thin	Y
As note of hedgerow bird in ear of eve	H2
Or wave at ebb the shallow catching rays	J
On a transparent sheet where curves a glass	J
To truer heavens than when the breaker neighs	J
Loud at the plunge for bubbly wreck in roar	N2
Solidity and bulk and martial brass	J
Once tyrants of the senses faintly score	N2
A mark on pebbled sand or fluid slime	C2
While present in the spirit vital there	O2
Are things that seemed the phantoms of their time	C2
Eternal as the recurrent cloud as air	O2
Imperative refreshful as dawn dew	H2
Some evanescent hand on vapour scrawled	G
Historic of the soul and heats anew	H2
Its coloured lines where deeds of flesh stand bald	G
True of the man and of mankind 'tis true	H2
Did we stout battle with the Shade Despair	O2
Our cowardice it blooms or haply warred	G
Against the primal beast in us and flung	P2
Or cleaving mists of Sorrow left it starred	G
Above self pity slain or it was Prayer	O2
First taken for Life's cleanser or the tongue	P2
Spake for the world against this heart or rings	J
Old laughter from the founts of wisdom sprung	P2
Or clap of wing of joy that was a throb	Q2
From breast of Earth and did no creature rob	Q2
These quickening live But deepest at her springs	J
Most filial is an eye to love her young	P2
And had we it to see with it alive	H2
Is our lost garden flower bird and hive	H2
Blood of her blood aim of her aim are then	Y
The green robed and grey crested sons of men	Y
She tributary to her aged restores	J
The living in the dead she will inspire	E2
Faith homelier than on the Yonder shores	J
Abhorring these as mire	E2
Uncertain steps in dimness gropes	J
With mortal tremours pricking hopes	J
And by the final Bacchic of the lusts	J
Propelled the Bacchic of the spirit trusts	J
A fervour drunk from mystic hierophants	J
Not utterly misled though blindly led	G
Led round fermenting eddies Faith she plants	J
In her own firmness as our midway road	G
Which rightly Youth has read though blindly read	G
Her essence reading in her toothsome goad	G
Spur of bright dreams experience disenchants	J
But love we well the young her road midway	A2
The darknesses runs consecrated clay	A2
Despite our feeble hold on this green home	R2
And the vast outer strangeness void of dome	R2
Shall we be with them of them taught to feel	S2
Up to the moment of our prostrate fall	T2
The life they deem voluptuously real	S2
Is more than empty echo of a call	T2
Or shadow of a shade or swing of	H2