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I	A
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'Mid glad green miles of tillage	B
And fields where cattle graze	C
A prosy little village	B
You drowse away the days	C
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And yet a wakeful glory	D
Clings round you as you doze	E
One living lyric story	D
Makes music of your prose	E
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Here once returning never	F
The feet of song have trod	G
And flashed Oh once forever	F
The singing Flame of God	G
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II	A
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These were his fields Elysian	H
With mystic eyes he saw	I
The sowers planting vision	H
The reapers gleaning awe	J
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Serfs to a sordid duty	D
He saw them with his heart	K
Priests of the Ultimate Beauty	D
Feeding the flame of art	K
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The weird untempled Makers	L
Pulsed in the things he saw	I
The wheat through its virile acres	L
Billowed the Song of Law	I
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The epic roll of the furrow	M
Flung from the writing plow	N
The dactyl phrase of the green rowed maize	C
Measured the music of Now	N
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III	A
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Sipper of ancient flagons	C
Often the lonesome boy	O
Saw in the farmers' wagons	C
The chariots hurled at Troy	O
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Trundling in dust and thunder	F
They rumbled up and down	H
Laden with princely plunder	F
Loot of the tragic Town	H
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And once when the rich man's daughter	F
Smiled on the boy at play	P
Sword storms giddy with slaughter	F
Swept back the ancient day	P
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War steeds shrieked in the quiet	Q
Far and hoarse were the cries	C
And Oh through the din and the riot	Q
The music of Helen's eyes	C
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Stabbed with the olden Sorrow	M
He slunk away from the play	P
For the Past and the vast To morrow	M
Were wedded in his To day	P
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IV	-
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Rich with the dreamer's pillage	B
An idle and worthless lad	R
Least in a prosy village	B
And prince in Allahabad	R
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Lover of golden apples	C
Munching a daily crust	R
Haunter of dream built chapels	C
Worshipping in the dust	R
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Dull to the worldly duty	R
Less to the town he grew	S
And more to the God of Beauty	R
Than even the grocer knew	S
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V	R
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Corn for the buyers and cattle	T
But what could the dreamer sell	U
Echoes of cloudy battle	T
Music from heaven and hell	U
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Spices and bales of plunder	F
Argosied over the sea	R
Tapestry woven of wonder	F
And myrrh from Araby	O
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None of your dream stuffs Fellow	M
Looter of Samarcand	R
Gold is heavy and yellow	M
And value is weighed in the hand	R
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VI	-
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And yet when the years had humbled	R
The Kings in the Realm of the Boy	O
Song built bastions crumbled	R
Ash heaps smothering Troy	O
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Thirsting for shattered flagons	R
Quaffing a brackish cup	V
With all of his chariots wagons	R
He never could quite grow up	V
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The debt to the ogre To morrow	M
He never could comprehend	R
Why should the borrowers borrow	M
Why should the lenders lend	R
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Never an oak tree borrowed	R
But took for its needs and gave	-
Never an oak tree sorrowed	R
Debt was the mark of the slave	-
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Grass in the priceless weather	F
Sucked from the paps of the Earth	W
And the hills that were lean it fleshed with green	H
Oh what is a lesson worth	W
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But still did the buyers barter	F
And the sellers squint at the scales	R
And price was the stake of the martyr	F
And cost was the lock of the jails	R
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VII	-
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Windflowers herald the Maytide	R
Rendering worth for worth	W
Ragweeds gladden the wayside	R
Biting the dugs of the Earth	W
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Violets scattering glories	R
Feed from the dewy gem	X
But dreamers are fed by the living and dead	R
And what is the gift from them	X
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VIII	-
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Never a stalk of the Summer	F
Dreams of its mission and doom	Y
Only to hasten the Comer	F
Martyrdom unto the Bloom	Y
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Ever the Mighty Chooser	F
Plucks when the fruit is ripe	Z
Scorning the mass and letting it pass	R
Keen for the cryptic type	Z
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Greece in her growing season	H
Troubled the lands and seas	R
Plotted and fought and suffered and wrought	R
Building a Sophocles	R
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Only a faultless temple	T
Stands for the vassal's groan	H
The harlot's strife and the faith of the wife	-
Blend in a graven stone	H
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Ne'er do the stern gods cherish	A2
The hope of the million lives	R
Always the Fact shall perish	A2
And only the Truth survives	R
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Gardens of roses wither	F
Shaping the perfect rose	R
And the poet's song shall live for the long	B2
Dumb aching years of prose	R
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IX	R
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King of a Realm of Magic	C2
He was the fool of the town	H
Hiding the ache of the tragic	C2
Under the grin of the clown	H
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Worn with the vain endeavor	F
To fit in the sordid plan	H
Doomed to be poet forever	F
He longed to be only a man	H
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To be freed from the god's enthralling	C2
Back with the reeds of the stream	D2
Deaf to the Vision calling	C2
And dead to the lash of the Dream	D2
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X	R
	-
But still did the Mighty Makers	R
Stir in the common sod	R
The corn through its awful acres	R
Trembled and thrilled with God	R
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More than a man was the sower	F
Lured by a man's desire	F
For a triune Bride walked close at his side	R
Dew and Dust and Fire	F
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More than a man was the plowman	H
Shouting his gee and haw	I
For a something dim kept pace with him	E2
And ever the poet saw	I
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Till the winds of the cosmic struggle	T
Made of his flesh a flute	R
To echo the tune of a whirlwind rune	H
Unto the million mute	R
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XI	R
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Son of the Mother of mothers	R
The womb and the tomb of Life	-
With Fire and Air for brothers	R
And a clinging Dream for a wife	-
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Ever the soul of the dreamer	F
Strove with its mortal mesh	F2
And the lean flame grew till it fretted through	F
The last thin links of flesh	F2
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Oh rending the veil asunder	F
He fled to mingle again	H
With the dred Orestean thunder	F
The Lear of the driven rain	H
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XII	R
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Once in a cycle the comet	R
Doubles its lonesome track	C2
Enriched with the tears of a thousand years	R
schylus wanders back	C2
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Ever inweaving returning	C2
The near grows out of the far	F
And Homer shall sing once more in a swing	C2
Of the austere Polar Star	F
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Then what of the lonesome dreamer	F
With the lean blue flame in his breast	R
And who was your clown for a day O Town	H
The strange unbidden guest	R
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XIII	R
	-
'Mid glad green miles of tillage	B
And fields where cattle graze	R
A prosy little village	B
You drowse away the days	R
	-
And yet a wakeful glory	R
Clings round you as you doze	R
One living lyric story	R
Makes music of your prose	R