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So we had come at last my soul and I	A
Into that land of shadowy plain and peak	B
On which the dawn seemed ever about to break	C
On which the day seemed ever about to die	A
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Long had we sought fulfillment of our dreams	D
The everlasting wells of Joy and Youth	E
Long had we sought the snow white flow'r of Truth	E
That blooms eternal by eternal streams	D
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And fonder still we hoped to find the sweet	F
Immortal presence Love the bird Delight	G
Beside her and eyed with sidereal night	G
Faith like a lion fawning at her feet	F
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But scorched and barren in its arid well	H
We found our dreams' forgotten fountain head	I
And by black bitter waters crushed and dead	I
Among wild weeds Truth's trampled asphodel	H
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And side by side with pallid Doubt and Pain	J
Not Love but Grief did meet us there afar	K
We saw her like a melancholy star	K
Or pensive moon move towards us o'er the plain	J
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Sweet was her face as song that sings of home	L
And filled our hearts with vague suggestive spells	M
Of pathos as sad ocean fills its shells	M
With sympathetic moanings of its foam	L
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She raised one hand and pointed silently	-
Then passed her eyes gaunt with a thirst unslaked	I
Were worlds of woe where tears in torrents ached	I
Yet never fell And like a winter sea	-
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Whose caverned crags are haunts of wreck and wrath	N
That house the condor pinions of the storm	O
My soul replied and weeping arm in arm	P
To'ards those dim hills by that appointed path	N
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We turned and went Arrived we did discern	Q
How Beauty beckoned white 'mid miles of flowers	-
Through which behold the amaranthine Hours	-
Like maidens went each holding up an urn	Q
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Wherein it seemed drained from long chalices	-
Of those slim flow'rs they bore mysterious wine	R
A poppied vintage full of sleep divine	R
And pale forgetting of all miseries	-
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Then to my soul I said 'No longer weep	S
Come let us drink for hateful is the sky	-
And earth is full of care and life's a lie	-
So let us drink yea let us drink and sleep '	-
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Then from their brimming urns we drank sweet must	I
While all around us rose crowned faces laughed	I
Into our eyes but hardly had we quaffed	I
When one by one these crumbled into dust	I
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And league on league the eminence of blooms	-
That flashed and billowed like a summer sea	-
Rolled out a waste of thorns and tombs where bee	-
And butterfly and bird hung dead in looms	-
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Of worm and spider And through tomb and brier	T
A thin wind parched with thirsty dust and sand	I
Went wailing as if mourning some lost land	I
Of perished empire Babylon or Tyre	U
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Long long with blistered feet we wandered in	V
That land of ruins through whose sky of brass	-
Hate's Harpy shrieked and in whose iron grass	-
The Hydra hissed of undestroyable Sin	V
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And there at last behold the House of Doom	W
Red as if Hell had glared it into life	-
Blood red and howling with incessant strife	-
With burning battlements towered in the gloom	W
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And throned within sat Darkness Who might gaze	-
Upon that form that threatening presence there	X
Crowned with the flickering corpse lights of Despair	X
And yet escape sans madness and amaze	-
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And we had hoped to find among these hills	-
The House of Beauty Curst yea thrice accurst	I
The hope that lures one on from last to first	I
With vain illusions that no time fulfills	-
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Why will we struggle to attain and strive	-
When all we gain is but an empty dream	Y
Better unto my thinking doth it seem	Y
To end it all and let who will survive	-
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To find at last all beauty is but dust	I
That love and sorrow are the very same	Z
That joy is only suffering's sweeter name	Z
And sense is but the synonym of lust	I
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Far better yea to me it seems to die	I
To set glad lips against the lips of Death	A2
The only thing God gives that comforteth	A2
The only thing we do not find a lie	I

Madison Julius Cawein

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