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Song of the uncommunicated Ideal	A
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I opened the eyes of my soul	B
And behold	C
A white river lily a lily awake and aware	D
For she set her face upward aware how in scarlet and gold	C
A long wrinkled cloud left behind of the wandering air	D
Lay over with fold upon fold	C
With fold upon fold	C
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And the blushing sweet shame of the cloud made her also ashamed	E
The white river lily that suddenly knew she was fair	D
And over the far away mountains that no man hath named	E
And that no foot hath trod	F
Flung down out of heavenly places there fell as it were	G
A rose bloom a token of love that should make them endure	H
Withdrawn in snow silence forever who keep themselves pure	H
And look up to God	F
Then I said In rosy air	D
Cradled on thy reaches fair	D
While the blushing early ray	I
Whitens into perfect day	I
River lily sweetest known	J
Art thou set for me alone	J
Nay but I will bear thee far	K
Where yon clustering steeples are	K
And the bells ring out o'erhead	I
And the stated prayers are said	I
And the busy farmers pace	L
Trading in the market place	L
And the country lasses sit	I
By their butter praising it	I
And the latest news is told	I
While the fruit and cream are sold	I
And the friendly gossips greet	I
Up and down the sunny street	I
For I said I have not met	I
White one any folk as yet	I
Who would send no blessing up	M
Looking on a face like thine	N
For thou art as Joseph's cup	M
And by thee might they divine	N
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Nay but thou a spirit art	I
Men shall take thee in the mart	I
For the ghost of their best thought	I
Raised at noon and near them brought	I
Or the prayer they made last night	I
Set before them all in white	I
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And I put out my rash hand	I
For I thought to draw to land	I
The white lily Was it fit	I
Such a blossom should expand	I
Fair enough for a world's wonder	G
And no mortal gather it	I
No I strove and it went under	G
And I drew but it went down	O
And the waterweeds' long tresses	P
And the overlapping cresses	Q
Sullied its admired crown	O
Then along the river strand	I
Trailing wrecked it came to land	I
Of its beauty half despoiled	I
And its snowy pureness soiled	I
O I took it in my hand	I
You will never see it now	R
White and golden as it grew	S
No I cannot show it you	S
Nor the cheerful town endow	R
With the freshness of its brow	R
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If a royal painter great	I
With the colors dedicate	I
To a dove's neck a sea bight	I
And the flickering over white	I
Mountain summits far away	I
One content to give his mind	I
To the enrichment of mankind	I
And the laying up of light	I
In men's houses on that day	I
Could have passed in kingly mood	I
Would he ever have endued	I
Canvas with the peerless thing	T
In the grace that it did bring	T
And the light that o'er it flowed	I
With the pureness that it showed	I
And the pureness that it meant	I
Could he skill to make it seen	U
As he saw For this I ween	U
He were likewise impotent	I
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I opened the doors of my heart	I
And behold	I
There was music within and a song	V
And echoes did feed on the sweetness repeating it long	V
I opened the doors of my heart and behold	I
There was music that played itself out in aeolian notes	W
Then was heard as a far away bell at long intervals tolled	I
That murmurs and floats	W
And presently dieth forgotten of forest and wold	I
And comes in all passion again and a tremblement soft	I
That maketh the listener full oft	I
To whisper Ah would I might hear it for ever and aye	-
When I toil in the heat of the day	I
When I walk in the cold	I
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I opened the door of my heart And behold	I
There was music within and a song	V
But while I was hearkening lo blackness without thick and strong	V
Came up and came over and all that sweet fluting was drowned	I
I could hear it no more	X
For the welkin was moaning the waters were stirred on the shore	X
And trees in the dark all around	I
Were shaken It thundered Hark hark there is thunder to night	I
The sullen long wave rears her head and comes down with a will	Y
The awful white tongues are let loose and the stars are all dead	I
There is thunder it thunders and ladders of light	I
Run up There is thunder I said	I
Loud thunder it thunders and up in the dark overhead	I
A down pouring cloud there is thunder a down pouring cloud	I
Hails out her fierce message and quivers the deep in its bed	I
And cowers the earth held at bay and they mutter aloud	I
And pause with an ominous tremble till great in their rage	Z
The heavens and earth come together and meet with a crash	A2
And the fight is so fell as if Time had come down with the flash	A2
And the story of life was all read	I
And the Giver had turned the last page	Z
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Now their bar the pent water floods lash	A2
And the forest trees give out their language austere with great age	Z
And there flieth o'er moor and o'er hill	Y
And there heaveth at intervals wide	I
The long sob of nature's great passion as loath to subside	I
Until quiet drop down on the tide	I
And mad Echo had moaned herself still	Y
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Lo or ever I was 'ware	X
In the silence of the air	X
Through my heart's wide open door	X
Music floated forth once more	X
Floated to the world's dark rim	B2
And looked over with a hymn	B2
Then came home with flutings fine	U
And discoursed in tones divine	U
Of a certain grief of mine	U
And went downward and went in	U
Glimpses of my soul to win	U
And discovered such a deep	C2
That I could not choose but weep	C2
For it lay a land locked sea	D2
Fathomless and dim to me	D2
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O the song it came and went	I
Went and came	E2
I have not learned	I
Half the lore whereto it yearned	I
Half the magic that it meant	I
Water booming in a cave	F2
Or the swell of some long wave	F2
Setting in from unrevealed	I
Countries or a foreign tongue	G2
Sweetly talked and deftly sung	G2
While the meaning is half sealed	I
May be like it You have heard	I
Also can you find a word	I
For the naming of such song	V
No a name would do it wrong	V
You have heard it in the night	I
In the dropping rain's despite	I
In the midnight darkness deep	C2
When the children were asleep	C2
And the wife no let that be	D2
SHE asleep She knows right well	H2
What the song to you and me	D2
While we breathe can never tell	H2
She hath heard its faultless flow	I2
Where the roots of music grow	I2
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While I listened like young birds	J2
Hints were fluttering almost words	J2
Leaned and leaned and nearer came	E2
Everything had changed its name	E2
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Sorrow was a ship I found	I
Wrecked with them that in her are	X
On an island richer far	X
Than the port where they were bound	I
Fear was but the awful boom	K2
Of the old great bell of doom	K2
Tolling far from earthly air	X
For all worlds to go to prayer	X
Pain that to us mortal clings	L2
But the pushing of our wings	L2
That we have no use for yet	I
And the uprooting of our feet	I
From the soil where they are set	I
And the land we reckon sweet	I
Love in growth the grand deceit	I
Whereby men the perfect greet	I
Love in wane the blessing sent	I
To be howsoe'er it went	I
Never more with earth content	I
O full sweet and O full high	-
Ran that music up the sky	-
But I cannot sing it you	S
More than I can make you view	S
With my paintings labial	I2
Sitting up in awful row	I2
White old men majestical	I2
Mountains in their gowns of snow	I2
Ghosts of kings as my two eyes	M2
Looking over speckled skies	M2
See them now About their knees	N2
Half in haze there stands at ease	N2
A great army of green hills	O2
Some bareheaded and behold	I
Small green mosses creep on some	P2
Those be mighty forests old	I
And white avalanches come	P2
Through yon rents where now distils	O2
Sheeny silver pouring down	U
To a tune of old renown	U
Cutting narrow pathways through	S
Gentian belts of airy blue	S
To a zone where starwort blows	O2
And long reaches of the rose	O2
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So that haze all left behind	I
Down the chestnut forests wind	I
Past yon jagged spires where yet	I
Foot of man was never set	I
Past a castle yawning wide	I
With a great breach in its side	I
To a nest like valley where	X
Like a sparrow's egg in hue	S
Lie two lakes and teach the true	S
Color of the sea maid's hair	X
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What beside The world beside	I
Drawing down and down to greet	I
Cottage clusters at our feet	I
Every scent of summer tide	I
Flowery pastures all aglow	I2
Men and women mowing go	I2
Up and down them also soft	I
Floating of the film aloft	I
Fluttering of the leaves alow	I2
Is this told It is not told	I
Where's the danger where's the cold	I
Slippery danger up the steep	C2
Where yon shadow fallen asleep	C2
Chirping bird and tumbling spray	X
Light work laughter scent of hay	X
Peace and echo where are they	X
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Ah they sleep sleep all untold	I
Memory must their grace enfold	I
Silently and that high song	V
Of the heart it doth belong	V
To the hearers Not a whit	I
Though a chief musician heard	I
Could he make a tune for it	I
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Though a bird of sweetest throat	I
And some lute full clear of note	I
Could have tried it O the lute	I
For that wondrous song were mute	I
And the bird would do her part	I
Falter fail and break her heart	I
Break her heart and furl her wings	O2
On those unexpressive strings	O2