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Stand out swift footed leaders of the horns	A
And draw strong breath and fill the hollowy cliff	B
With shocks of clamour let the chasm take	C
The noise of many trumpets lest the hunt	D
Should die across the dim Aonian hills	E
Nor break through thunder and the surf white cave	F
That hems about the old eyed Ogyges	E
And bars the sea wind rain wind and the sea	E
Much fierce delight hath old eyed Ogyges	E
A hairless shadow in a lion s skin	G
In tumult and the gleam of flying spears	E
And wild beasts vexed to death for sayeth he	E
Here lying broken do I count the days	E
For every trouble being like the tree	E
The many wintered father of the trunks	E
On yonder ridges wherefore it is well	H
To feel the dead blood kindling in my veins	E
At sound of boar or battle yea to find	I
A sudden stir like life about my feet	J
And tingling pulses through this frame of mine	K
What time the cold clear dayspring like a bird	L
Afar off settles on the frost bound peaks	E
And all the deep blue gorges darkening down	M
Are filled with men and dogs and furious dust	N
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So in the time whereof thou weetest well	H
The melancholy morning of the World	O
He mopes or mumbles sleeps or shouts for glee	E
And shakes his sides a cavern hutted King	P
But when the ouzel in the gaps at eve	Q
Doth pipe her dreary ditty to the surge	R
All tumbling in the soft green level light	S
He sits as quiet as a thick mossed rock	T
And dreameth in his cold old savage way	U
Of gliding barges on the wine dark waves	E
And glowing shapes and sweeter things than sleep	V
But chiefly while the restless twofold bat	W
Goes flapping round the rainy eaves above	X
Where one broad opening letteth in the moon	Y
He starteth thinking of that grey haired man	Z
His sire then oftentimes the white armed child	A2
Of thunder bearing Jove young Thebe comes	E
And droops above him with her short sweet sighs	E
For Love distraught for dear Love s faded sake	C
That weeps and sings and weeps itself to death	B2
Because of casual eyes and lips of frost	C2
And careless mutterings and most weary years	E
	-
Bethink you doth the wan Egyptian count	D2
This passion wasting like an unfed flame	E2
Of any worth now seeing that his thighs	E
Are shrunken to a span and that the blood	F2
Which used to spin tumultuous down his sides	E
Of life in leaping moments of desire	G2
Is drying like a thin and sluggish stream	H2
In withered channels think you doth he pause	E
For golden Thebe and her red young mouth	I2
	-
Ah golden Thebe Thebe weeping there	J2
Like some sweet wood nymph wailing for a rock	T
If Octis with the Apollonian face	E
That fair haired prophet of the sun and stars	E
Could take a mist and dip it in the West	K2
To clothe thy limbs of shine about with shine	K
And all the wonder of the amethyst	L2
He d do it kneeling like a slave for thee	E
If he could find a dream to comfort thee	E
He d bring it thinking little of his lore	M2
But marvelling greatly at those eyes of thine	K
Yea if the Shepherd waiting for thy steps	E
Pent down amongst the dank black weeded rims	E
Could shed his life like rain about thy feet	J
He d count it sweetness past all sweets of love	X
To die by thee his life s end in thy sight	S
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Oh but he loves the hunt doth Ogyges	E
And therefore should we blow the horn for him	N2
He sitting mumbling in his surf white cave	F
With helpless feet and alienated eyes	E
Should hear the noises nathless dawn by dawn	O2
Which send him wandering swiftly through the days	E
When like a springing cataract he leapt	P2
From crag to crag the strongest in the chase	E
To spear the lion leopard or the boar	M2
Oh but he loves the hunt and while the shouts	E
Of mighty winds are in this mountained World	O
Behold the white bleak woodman Winter halts	E
And bends to him across a beard of snow	Q2
For wonder seeing Summer in his looks	E
Because of dogs and calls from throats of hair	J2
All in the savage hills of Hyria	J2
And through the yellow evenings of the year	J2
What time September shows her mooned front	D
And poppies burnt to blackness droop for drouth	E
The dear Demeter splashed from heel to thigh	R2
With spinning vine blood often stoops to him	N2
To crush the grape against his wrinkled lips	E
Which sets him dreaming of the thickening wolves	E
In darkness and the sound of moaning seas	E
So with the blustering tempest doth he find	I
A stormy fellowship for when the North	E
Comes reeling downwards with a breath like spears	E
Where Dryope the lonely sits all night	S
And holds her sorrow crushed betwixt her palms	E
He thinketh mostly of that time of times	E
When Zeus the Thunderer broadly blazing King	P
Like some wild comet beautiful but fierce	E
Leapt out of cloud and fire and smote the tops	E
Of black Ogygia with his red right hand	S2
At which great fragments tumbled to the Deeps	E
The mighty fragments of a mountain land	S2
And all the World became an awful Sea	E
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But being tired the hairless Ogyges	E
Best loveth night and dim forgetfulness	E
For sayeth he to look for sleep is good	T2
When every sleep is as a sleep of death	E
To men who live yet know not why they live	U2
Nor how they live I have no thought to tell	H
The people when this time of mine began	Z
But forest after forest grows and falls	E
And rock by rock is wasted with the rime	N2
While I sit on and wait the end of all	V2
Here taking every footstep for a sign	K
An ancient shadow whiter than the foam	N2

Henry Kendall

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