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Twelve years ago when I could face	A
High heaven s dome with different eyes	B
In days full flowered with hours of grace	A
And nights not sad with sighs	B
I wrote a song in which I strove	C
To shadow forth thy strain of woe	D
Dark widowed sister of the grove	C
Twelve wasted years ago	D
But youth was then too young to find	E
Those high authentic syllables	F
Whose voice is like the wintering wind	E
By sunless mountain fells	G
Nor had I sinned and suffered then	H
To that superlative degree	I
That I would rather seek than men	H
Wild fellowship with thee	I
	-
But he who hears this autumn day	J
Thy more than deep autumnal rhyme	K
Is one whose hair was shot with grey	J
By Grief instead of Time	K
He has no need like many a bard	L
To sing imaginary pain	M
Because he bears and finds it hard	L
The punishment of Cain	M
	-
No more he sees the affluence	N
Which makes the heart of Nature glad	O
For he has lost the fine first sense	P
Of Beauty that he had	O
The old delight God s happy breeze	Q
Was wont to give to Grief has grown	R
And therefore Niobe of trees	Q
His song is like thine own	R
	-
But I who am that perished soul	S
Have wasted so these powers of mine	T
That I can never write that whole	S
Pure perfect speech of thine	T
Some lord of words august supreme	U
The grave grand melody demands	V
The dark translation of thy theme	U
I leave to other hands	V
	-
Yet here where plovers nightly call	W
Across dim melancholy leas	Q
Where comes by whistling fen and fall	W
The moan of far off seas	Q
A grey old Fancy often sits	X
And fills thy strong strange rhyme by fits	X
With awful utterings	X
	-
Then times there are when all the words	X
Are like the sentences of one	Y
Shut in by Fate from wind and birds	X
And light of stars and sun	Y
No dazzling dryad but a dark	Z
Dream haunted spirit doomed to be	I
Imprisoned crampt in bands of bark	Z
For all eternity	I
	-
Yea like the speech of one aghast	A2
At Immortality in chains	X
What time the lordly storm rides past	A2
With flames and arrowy rains	X
Some wan Tithonus of the wood	B2
White with immeasurable years	X
An awful ghost in solitude	C2
With moaning moors and meres	X
	-
And when high thunder smites the hill	D2
And hunts the wild dog to his den	H
Thy cries like maledictions shrill	D2
And shriek from glen to glen	H
As if a frightful memory whipped	E2
Thy soul for some infernal crime	K
That left it blasted blind and stript	E2
A dread to Death and Time	K
	-
But when the fair haired August dies	X
And flowers wax strong and beautiful	F2
Thy songs are stately harmonies	X
By wood lights green and cool	G2
Most like the voice of one who shows	X
Through sufferings fierce in fine relief	H2
A noble patience and repose	X
A dignity in grief	H2
	-
But ah conceptions fade away	J
And still the life that lives in thee	I
The soul of thy majestic lay	J
Remains a mystery	I
And he must speak the speech divine	T
The language of the high throned lords	X
Who d give that grand old theme of thine	T
Its sense in faultless words	X
	-
By hollow lands and sea tracts harsh	I2
With ruin of the fourfold gale	J2
Where sighs the sedge and sobs the marsh	I2
Still wail thy lonely wail	J2
And year by year one step will break	K2
The sleep of far hill folded streams	X
And seek if only for thy sake	K2
Thy home of many dreams	X

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