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In front the awful Alpine track	A
Crawls up its rocky stair	B
The autumn storm winds drive the rack	A
Close o'er it in the air	B
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Behind are the abandoned baths	C
Mute in their meadows lone	D
The leaves are on the valley paths	E
The mists are on the Rhone	D
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The white mists rolling like a sea	F
I hear the torrents roar	G
Yes Obermann all speaks of thee	F
I feel thee near once more	G
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I turn thy leaves I feel their breath	H
Once more upon me roll	I
That air of languor cold and death	H
Which brooded o'er thy soul	I
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Fly hence poor wretch whoe'er thou art	J
Condemned to cast about	K
All shipwreck in thy own weak heart	J
For comfort from without	K
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A fever in these pages burns	L
Beneath the calm they feign	M
A wounded human spirit turns	L
Here on its bed of pain	M
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Yes though the virgin mountain air	B
Fresh through these pages blows	N
Though to these leaves the glaciers spare	B
The soul of their mute snows	N
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Though here a mountain murmur swells	O
Of many a dark boughed pine	P
Though as you read you hear the bells	O
Of the high pasturing kine	P
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Yet through the hum of torrent lone	P
And brooding mountain bee	F
There sobs I know not what ground tone	P
Of human agony	F
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Is it for this because the sound	Q
Is fraught too deep with pain	P
That Obermann the world around	Q
So little loves thy strain	P
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And then we turn thou sadder sage	R
To thee we feel thy spell	S
The hopeless tangle of our age	R
Thou too hast scanned it well	S
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Immovable thou sittest still	T
As death composed to bear	B
Thy head is clear thy feeling chill	T
And icy thy despair	B
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He who hath watched not shared the strife	U
Knows how the day hath gone	P
He only lives with the world's life	U
Who hath renounced his own	P
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To thee we come then Clouds are rolled	V
Where thou O seer art set	W
Thy realm of thought is drear and cold	V
The world is colder yet	W
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And thou hast pleasures too to share	B
With those who come to thee	F
Balms floating on thy mountain air	B
And healing sights to see	F
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How often where the slopes are green	P
On Jaman hast thou sate	X
By some high chalet door and seen	P
The summer day grow late	X
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And darkness steal o'er the wet grass	Y
With the pale crocus starr'd	Z
And reach that glimmering sheet of glass	Y
Beneath the piny sward	A2
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Lake Leman's waters far below	B2
And watched the rosy light	C2
Fade from the distant peaks of snow	B2
And on the air of night	C2
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Heard accents of the eternal tongue	D2
Through the pine branches play	E2
Listened and felt thyself grow young	D2
Listened and wept Away	E2
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Away the dreams that but deceive	F2
And thou sad guide adieu	G2
I go fate drives me but I leave	F2
Half of my life with you	G2
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We in some unknown Power's employ	H2
Move on a rigorous line	P
Can neither when we will enjoy	H2
Nor when we will resign	P
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I in the world must live but thou	I2
Thou melancholy shade	J2
Wilt not if thou can'st see me now	I2
Condemn me nor upbraid	J2
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For thou art gone away from earth	K2
And place with those dost claim	L2
The Children of the Second Birth	K2
Whom the world could not tame	L2
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Farewell Whether thou now liest near	M2
That much loved inland sea	F
The ripples of whose blue waves cheer	M2
Vevey and Meillerie	M2
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And in that gracious region bland	N2
Where with clear rustling wave	O2
The scented pines of Switzerland	P2
Stand dark round thy green grave	O2
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Between the dusty vineyard walls	Q2
Issuing on that green place	R2
The early peasant still recalls	Q2
The pensive stranger's face	R2
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And stoops to clear thy moss grown date	X
Ere he plods on again	P
Or whether by maligner fate	X
Among the swarms of men	P
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Where between granite terraces	S2
The blue Seine rolls her wave	O2
The Capital of Pleasures sees	T2
Thy hardly heard of grave	O2
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Farewell Under the sky we part	J
In this stern Alpine dell	S
O unstrung will O broken heart	J
A last a last farewell	S
The Sick King In Bokhara	M2
Hussein	P
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O most just Vizier send away	E2
The cloth merchants and let them be	F
Them and their dues this day The King	U2
Is ill at ease and calls for thee	F
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The Vizier	M2
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O merchants tarry yet a day	E2
Here in Bokhara but at noon	P
To morrow come and ye shall pay	E2
Each fortieth web of cloth to me	F
As the law is and go your way	E2
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O Hussein lead me to The King	U2
Thou teller of sweet tales thine own	P
Ferdousi's and the others' lead	V2
How is it with my lord	A2
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Hussein	P
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Alone	P
Ever since prayer time he doth wait	X
O Vizier without lying down	P
In the great window of the gate	X
Looking into the Registan	P
Where through the sellers' booths the slaves	W2
Are this way bringing the dead man	P
O Vizier here is The King's door	M2
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The King	U2
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O Vizier I may bury him	X2
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The Vizier	M2
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O King thou know'st I have been sick	Y2
These many days and heard no thing	U2
For Allah shut my ears and mind	Z2
Not even what thou dost O King	U2
Wherefore that I may counsel thee	F
Let Hussein if thou wilt make haste	A3
To speak in order what hath chanced	A3
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The King	U2
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O Vizier be it as thou say'st	A3
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Hussein	P
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Three days since at the time of prayer	M2
A certain Moollah with his robe	B3
All rent and dust upon his hair	M2
Watched my lord's coming forth and pushed	A3
The golden mace bearers aside	A3
And fell at The King's feet and cried	A3
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Justice O King and on myself	C3
On this great sinner who did break	D3
The law and by the law must die	A3
Vengeance O King	U2
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But The King spake	D3
What fool is this that hurts our ears	E3
With folly or what drunken slave	O2
My guards what prick him with your spears	E3
Prick me the fellow from the path	F3
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As The King said so was it done	P
And to the mosque my lord passed on	P
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But on the morrow when The King	U2
Went forth again the holy book	G3
Carried before him as his right	A3
And through the square his way he took	G3
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My man comes running flecked with blood	A3
From yesterday and falling down	P
Cries out most earnestly O King	U2
My lord O King do right I pray	M2
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How canst thou ere thou hear discern	P
If I speak folly but a king	U2
Whether a thing be great or small	H3
Like Allah hears and judges all	H3
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Wherefore hear thou Thou know'st how fierce	I3
In these last days the sun hath burned	A3
That the green water in the tanks	J3
Is to a putrid puddle turned	A3
And the canal that from the stream	K3
Of Samarcand is brought this way	M2
Wastes and runs thinner every day	M2
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Now I at nightfall had gone forth	L3
Alone and in a darksome place	R2
Under some mulberry trees I found	A3
A little pool and in short space	R2
With all the water that was there	M2
I filled my pitcher and stole home	M3
Unseen and having drink to spare	M2
I hid the can behind the door	M2
And went up on the roof to sleep	N3
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But in the night which was with wind	A3
And burning dust again I creep	N3
Down having fever for a drink	O3
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Now meanwhile had my brethren found	A3
The water pitcher where it stood	A3
Behind the door upon the ground	A3
And called my mother and they all	H3
As they were thirsty and the night	A3
Most sultry drained the pitcher there	M2
That they sate with it in my sight	A3
Their lips still wet when I came down	P
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Now mark I being fevered sick	Y2
Most unblest also at that sight	A3
Brake forth and cursed them dost thou hear	M2
One was my mother Now do right	A3
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But my lord mused a space and said	A3
Send him away sirs and make on	P
It is some madman The King said	A3
As The King bade so was it done	P
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The morrow at the self same hour	M2
In The King's path behold the man	P
Not kneeling sternly fixed he stood	A3
Right opposite and thus began	P
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Frowning grim down Thou wicked King	U2
Most deaf where thou shouldst most give ear	M2
What must I howl in the next world	A3
Because thou wilt not listen here	M2
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What wilt thou pray and get thee grace	R2
And all grace shall to me be grudged	A3
Nay but I swear from this thy path	F3
I will not stir till I be judged	A3
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Then they who stood about The King	U2
Drew close together and conferred	A3
Till that The King stood forth and said	A3
Before the priests thou shalt be heard	A3
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But when the Ulemas were met	A3
And the thing heard they doubted not	A3
But sentenced him as the law is	P3
To die by stoning on the spot	A3
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Now The King charged us secretly	F
Stoned must he be the law stands so	B2
Yet if he seek to fly give way	M2
Hinder him not but let him go	B2
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So saying The King took a stone	P
And cast it softly but the man	P
With a great joy upon his face	R2
Kneeled down and cried not neither ran	P
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So they whose lot it was cast stones	Q3
That they flew thick and bruised him sore	M2
But he praised Allah with loud voice	R3
And remained kneeling as before	M2
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My lord had covered up his face	R2
But when one told him He is dead	A3
Turning him quickly to go in	P
Bring thou to me his corpse he said	A3
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And truly while I speak O King	U2
I hear the bearers on the stair	M2
Wilt thou they straightway bring him in	P
Ho enter ye who tarry there	M2
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The Vizier	M2
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O King in this I praise thee not	A3
Now must I call thy grief not wise	S3
Is he thy friend or of thy blood	A3
To find such favor in thine eyes	S3
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Nay were he thine own mother's son	P
Still thou art king and the law stands	T3
It were not meet the balance swerved	A3
The sword were broken in thy hands	T3
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But being nothing as he is	P3
Why for no cause make sad thy face	R2
Lo I am old Three kings ere thee	F
Have I seen reigning in this place	R2
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But who through all this length of time	U3
Could bear the burden of his years	E3
If he for strangers pained his heart	A3
Not less than those who merit tears	V3
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Fathers we must have wife and child	A3
And grievous is the grief for these	T2
This pain alone which must be borne	P
Makes the head white and bows the knees	T2
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But other loads than this his own	P
One man is not well made to bear	M2
Besides to each are his own friends	W3
To mourn with him and show him care	M2
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Look this is but one single place	R2
Though it be great all the earth round	A3
If a man bear to have it so	B2
Things which might vex him shall be found	A3
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All these have sorrow and keep still	T
Whilst other men make cheer and sing	U2
Wilt thou have pity on all these	T2
No nor on this dead dog O King	U2
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The King	U2
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O Vizier thou art old I young	D2
Clear in these things I cannot see	F
My head is burning and a heat	A3
Is in my skin which angers me	F
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But hear ye this ye sons of men	P
They that bear rule and are obeyed	A3
Unto a rule more strong than theirs	V3
Are in their turn obedient made	A3
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In vain therefore with wistful eyes	S3
Gazing up hither the poor man	P
Who loiters by the high heaped booths	X3
Below there in the Registan	P
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Says Happy he who lodges there	M2
With silken raiment store of rice	Y3
And for this drought all kinds of fruits	Z3
Grape syrup squares of colored ice	Y3
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With cherries served in drifts of snow	P
In vain hath a king power to build	A3
Houses arcades enameled mosques	A4
And to make orchard closes filled	A3
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With curious fruit trees brought from far	M2
With cisterns for the winter rain	P
And in the desert spacious inns	B4
In divers places if that pain	P
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Is not more lightened which he feels	C4
If his will be not satisfied	A3
And that it be not from all time	U3
The law is planted to abide	A3
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Thou wast a sinner thou poor man	P
Thou wast athirst and didst not see	F
That though we take what we desire	M2
We must not snatch it eagerly	F
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And I have meat and drink at will	T
And rooms of treasures not a few	G2
But I am sick nor heed I these	T2
And what I would I cannot do	G2
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Even the great honor which I have	D4
When I am dead will soon grow still	T
So have I neither joy nor fame	L2
But what I can do that I will	T
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I have a fretted brickwork tomb	E4
Upon a hill on the right hand	A3
Hard by a close of apricots	F4
Upon the road of Samarcand	A3
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Thither O Vizier will I bear	M2
This man my pity could not save	O2
And plucking up the marble flags	G4
There lay his body in my grave	O2
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Bring water nard and linen rolls	H4
Wash off all blood set smooth each limb	X2
Then say He was not wholly vile	I4
Because a king shall bury him	X2