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Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace	A
Amazed were those Titans utterly	B
O leave them Muse O leave them to their woes	C
For thou art weak to sing such tumults dire	D
A solitary sorrow best befits	E
Thy lips and antheming a lonely grief	F
Leave them O Muse for thou anon wilt find	G
Many a fallen old Divinity	B
Wandering in vain about bewildered shores	H
Meantime touch piously the Delphic harp	I
And not a wind of heaven but will breathe	J
In aid soft warble from the Dorian flute	K
For lo 'tis for the Father of all verse	L
Flush everything that hath a vermeil hue	M
Let the rose glow intense and warm the air	N
And let the clouds of even and of morn	O
Float in voluptuous fleeces o'er the hills	P
Let the red wine within the goblet boil	Q
Cold as a bubbling well let faint lipp'd shells	R
On sands or in great deeps vermilion turn	S
Through all their labyrinths and let the maid	T
Blush keenly as with some warm kiss surpris'd	U
Chief isle of the embowered Cyclades	V
Rejoice O Delos with thine olives green	W
And poplars and lawn shading palms and beech	X
In which the Zephyr breathes the loudest song	Y
And hazels thick dark stemm'd beneath the shade	T
Apollo is once more the golden theme	Z
Where was he when the Giant of the sun	A2
Stood bright amid the sorrow of his peers	B2
Together had he left his mother fair	N
And his twin sister sleeping in their bower	C2
And in the morning twilight wandered forth	D2
Beside the osiers of a rivulet	T
Full ankle deep in lilies of the vale	E2
The nightingale had ceas'd and a few stars	F2
Were lingering in the heavens while the thrush	G2
Began calm throated Throughout all the isle	H2
There was no covert no retired cave	I2
Unhaunted by the murmurous noise of waves	J2
Though scarcely heard in many a green recess	K2
He listen'd and he wept and his bright tears	L2
Went trickling down the golden bow he held	T
Thus with half shut suffused eyes he stood	T
While from beneath some cumbrous boughs hard by	M2
With solemn step an awful Goddess came	N2
And there was purport in her looks for him	O2
Which he with eager guess began to read	T
Perplex'd the while melodiously he said	T
How cam'st thou over the unfooted sea	B
Or hath that antique mien and robed form	P2
Mov'd in these vales invisible till now	Q2
Sure I have heard those vestments sweeping o'er	C2
The fallen leaves when I have sat alone	R2
In cool mid forest Surely I have traced	T
The rustle of those ample skirts about	T
These grassy solitudes and seen the flowers	S2
Lift up their heads as still the whisper pass'd	T
Goddess I have beheld those eyes before	T2
And their eternal calm and all that face	U2
Or I have dream'd Yes said the supreme shape	V2
Thou hast dream'd of me and awaking up	W2
Didst find a lyre all golden by thy side	T
Whose strings touch'd by thy fingers all the vast	T
Unwearied ear of the whole universe	L
Listen'd in pain and pleasure at the birth	X2
Of such new tuneful wonder Is't not strange	Y2
That thou shouldst weep so gifted Tell me youth	Z2
What sorrow thou canst feel for I am sad	T
When thou dost shed a tear explain thy griefs	L
To one who in this lonely isle hath been	A3
The watcher of thy sleep and hours of life	B3
From the young day when first thy infant hand	T
Pluck'd witless the weak flowers till thine arm	C3
Could bend that bow heroic to all times	L
Show thy heart's secret to an ancient Power	C2
Who hath forsaken old and sacred thrones	L
For prophecies of thee and for the sake	D3
Of loveliness new born Apollo then	E3
With sudden scrutiny and gloomless eyes	L
Thus answer'd while his white melodious throat	T
Throbb'd with the syllables Mnemosyne	E3
Thy name is on my tongue I know not how	Q2
Why should I tell thee what thou so well seest	T
Why should I strive to show what from thy lips	L
Would come no mystery For me dark dark	F3
And painful vile oblivion seals my eyes	L
I strive to search wherefore I am so sad	T
Until a melancholy numbs my limbs	L
And then upon the grass I sit and moan	E3
Like one who once had wings O why should I	M2
Feel curs'd and thwarted when the liegeless air	N
Yields to my step aspirant why should I	M2
Spurn the green turf as hateful to my feet	T
Goddess benign point forth some unknown thing	G3
Are there not other regions than this isle	H2
What are the stars There is the sun the sun	E3
And the most patient brilliance of the moon	E3
And stars by thousands Point me out the way	H3
To any one particular beauteous star	I3
And I will flit into it with my lyre	D
And make its silvery splendor pant with bliss	L
I have heard the cloudy thunder Where is power	C2
Whose hand whose essence what divinity	T
Makes this alarum in the elements	L
While I here idle listen on the shores	L
In fearless yet in aching ignorance	L
O tell me lonely Goddess by thy harp	I
That waileth every morn and eventide	T
Tell me why thus I rave about these groves	L
Mute thou remainest Mute yet I can read	T
A wondrous lesson in thy silent face	L
Knowledge enormous makes a God of me	T
Names deeds gray legends dire events rebellions	L
Majesties sovran voices agonies	L
Creations and destroyings all at once	L
Pour into the wide hollows of my brain	E3
And deify me as if some blithe wine	E3
Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk	J3
And so become immortal Thus the God	T
While his enkindled eyes with level glance	L
Beneath his white soft temples steadfast kept	T
Trembling with light upon Mnemosyne	E3
Soon wild commotions shook him and made flush	G2
All the immortal fairness of his limbs	L
Most like the struggle at the gate of death	K3
Or liker still to one who should take leave	L3
Of pale immortal death and with a pang	M3
As hot as death's is chill with fierce convulse	L
Die into life so young Apollo anguish'd	T
His very hair his golden tresses famed	T
Kept undulation round his eager neck	N3
During the pain Mnemosyne upheld	T
Her arms as one who prophesied At length	O3
Apollo shriek'd and lo from all his limbs	L
Celestial	P3

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