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The Youth	A
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Faster faster	B
O Circe Goddess	C
Let the wild thronging train	D
The bright procession	E
Of eddying forms	F
Sweep through my soul	G
Thou standest smiling	H
Down on me thy right arm	I
Lean'd up against the column there	J
Props thy soft cheek	K
Thy left holds hanging loosely	L
The deep cup ivy cinctured	M
I held but now	N
Is it then evening	H
So soon I see the night dews	O
Cluster'd in thick beads dim	P
The agate brooch stones	Q
On thy white shoulder	B
The cool night wind too	M
Blows through the portico	R
Stirs thy hair Goddess	C
Waves thy white robe	S
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Circe	C
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Whence art thou sleeper	B
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The Youth	A
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When the white dawn first	M
Through the rough fir planks	C
Of my hut by the chestnuts	C
Up at the valley head	M
Came breaking Goddess	C
I sprang up I threw round me	L
My dappled fawn skin	T
Passing out from the wet turf	U
Where they lay by the hut door	V
I snatch'd up my vine crown my fir staff	W
All drench'd in dew	M
Came swift down to join	X
The rout early gather'd	M
In the town round the temple	Y
Iacchus' white fane	D
On yonder hill	Z
Quick I pass'd following	H
The wood cutters' cart track	A2
Down the dark valley I saw	C
On my left through the beeches	C
Thy palace Goddess	C
Smokeless empty	L
Trembling I enter'd beheld	L
The court all silent	L
The lions sleeping	H
On the altar this bowl	G
I drank Goddess	C
And sank down here sleeping	H
On the steps of thy portico	R
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Circe	C
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Foolish boy Why tremblest thou	N
Thou lovest it then my wine	B2
Wouldst more of it See how glows	C
Through the delicate flush'd marble	Y
The red creaming liquor	B
Strown with dark seeds	C
Drink thee I chide thee not	L
Deny thee not my bowl	G
Come stretch forth thy hand thee so	C
Drink drink again	C2
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The Youth	A
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Thanks gracious one	E
Ah the sweet fumes again	C2
More soft ah me	L
More subtle winding	H
Than Pan's flute music	D2
Faint faint Ah me	L
Again the sweet sleep	E2
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Circe	C
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Hist Thou within there	J
Come forth Ulysses	C
Art tired with hunting	H
While we range the woodland	L
See what the day brings	C
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Ulysses	C
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Ever new magic	D2
Hast thou then lured hither	B
Wonderful Goddess by thy art	L
The young languid eyed Ampelus	C
Iacchus' darling	H
Or some youth beloved of Pan	F2
Of Pan and the Nymphs	C
That he sits bending downward	L
His white delicate neck	G2
To the ivy wreathed marge	H2
Of thy cup the bright glancing vine leaves	C
That crown his hair	J
Falling forward mingling	H
With the dark ivy plants	C
His fawn skin half untied	L
Smear'd with red wine stains Who is he	L
That he sits overweigh'd	L
By fumes of wine and sleep	E2
So late in thy portico	C
What youth Goddess what guest	L
Of Gods or mortals	C
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Circe	C
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Hist he wakes	C
I lured him not hither Ulysses	C
Nay ask him	P
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The Youth	A
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Who speaks' Ah who comes forth	I2
To thy side Goddess from within	T
How shall I name him	P
This spare dark featured	L
Quick eyed stranger	B
Ah and I see too	L
His sailor's bonnet	L
His short coat travel tarnish'd	L
With one arm bare	J
Art thou not he whom fame	J2
This long time rumours	C
The favour'd guest of Circe brought by the waves	C
Art thou he stranger	B
The wise Ulysses	C
Laertes' son	E
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Ulysses	C
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I am Ulysses	C
And thou too sleeper	B
Thy voice is sweet	L
It may be thou hast follow'd	L
Through the islands some divine bard	L
By age taught many things	C
Age and the Muses	C
And heard him delighting	H
The chiefs and people	Y
In the banquet and learn'd his songs	C
Of Gods and Heroes	C
Of war and arts	C
And peopled cities	C
Inland or built	L
By the gray sea If so then hail	K2
I honour and welcome thee	L
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The Youth	A
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The Gods are happy	L
They turn on all sides	C
Their shining eyes	C
And see below them	L2
The earth and men	C2
They see Tiresias	C
Sitting staff in hand	L
On the warm grassy	C
Asopus bank	M2
His robe drawn over	B
His old sightless head	L
Revolving inly	K2
The doom of Thebes	C
They see the Centaurs	C
In the upper glens	C
Of Pelion in the streams	C
Where red berried ashes fringe	N2
The clear brown shallow pools	C
With streaming flanks and heads	C
Rear'd proudly snuffing	H
The mountain wind	L
They see the Indian	E
Drifting knife in hand	L
His frail boat moor'd to	L
A floating isle thick matted	L
With large leaved low creeping melon plants	C
And the dark cucumber	B
He reaps and stows them	L2
Drifting drifting round him	P
Round his green harvest plot	L
Flow the cool lake waves	C
The mountains ring them	L2
They see the Scythian	E
On the wide stepp unharnessing	H
His wheel'd house at noon	O2
He tethers his beast down and makes his meal	K2
Mares' milk and bread	L
Baked on the embers all around	L
The boundless waving grass plains stretch thick starr'd	L
With saffron and the yellow hollyhock	H
And flag leaved iris flowers	C
Sitting in his cart	L
He makes his meal before him for long miles	C
Alive with bright green lizards	C
And the springing bustard fowl	K2
The track a straight black line	B2
Furrows the rich soil here and there	J
Cluster of lonely mounds	C
Topp'd with rough hewn	O2
Gray rain blear'd statues overpeer	J
The sunny waste	L
They see the ferry	J
On the broad clay laden	E
Lone Chorasmian stream thereon	P2
With snort and strain	D
Two horses strongly swimming tow	L
The ferry boat with woven ropes	C
To either bow	N
Firm harness'd by the mane a chief	Q2
With shout and shaken spear	J
Stands at the prow and guides them but astern	D
The cowering merchants in long robes	C
Sit pale beside their wealth	R2
Of silk bales and of balsam drops	C
Of gold and ivory	J
Of turquoise earth and amethyst	L
Jasper and chalcedony	J
And milk barred onyx stones	C
The loaded boat swings groaning	H
In the yellow eddies	C
The Gods behold him	P
They see the Heroes	C
Sitting in the dark ship	S2
On the foamless long heaving	H
Violet sea	J
At sunset nearing	H
The Happy Islands	C
These things Ulysses	C
The wise bards also	L
Behold and sing	H
But oh what labour	J
O prince what pain	D
They too can see	J
Tiresias but the Gods	C
Who give them vision	D
Added this law	K2
That they should bear too	L
His groping blindness	C
His dark foreboding	H
His scorn'd white hairs	C
Bear Hera's anger	J
Through a life lengthen'd	L
To seven ages	C
They see the Centaurs	C
On Pelion then they feel	K2
They too the maddening wine	D
Swell their large veins to bursting in wild pain	D
They feel the biting spears	C
Of the grim Lapith and Theseus drive	T2
Drive crashing through their bones they feel	K2
High on a jutting rock in the red stream	U2
Alcmena's dreadful son	D
Ply his bow such a price	C
The Gods exact for song	H
To become what we sing	H
They see the Indian	D
On his mountain lake but squalls	C
Make their skiff reel and worms	C
In the unkind spring have gnawn	D
Their melon harvest to the heart They see	J
The Scythian but long frosts	C
Parch them in winter time on the bare stepp	V2
Till they too fade like grass they crawl	K2
Like shadows forth in spring	H
They see the merchants	C
On the Oxus stream but care	J
Must visit first them too and make them pale	K2
Whether through whirling sand	L
A cloud of desert robber horse have burst	L
Upon their caravan or greedy kings	C
In the wall'd cities the way passes through	L
Crush'd them with tolls or fever airs	C
On some great river's marge	H2
Mown them down far from home	W2
They see the Heroes	C
Near harbour but they share	J
Their lives and former violent toil in Thebes	C
Seven gated Thebes or Troy	J
Or where the echoing oars	C
Of Argo first	L
Startled the unknown sea	J
The old Silenus	J
Came lolling in the sunshine	D
From the dewy forest coverts	J
This way at noon	D
Sitting by me while his Fauns	J
Down at the water side	L
Sprinkled and smoothed	L
His drooping garland	L
He told me these things	J
But I Ulysses	J
Sitting on the warm steps	J
Looking over the valley	J
All day long have seen	D
Without pain without labour	J
Sometimes a wild hair'd M nad	L
Sometimes a Faun with torches	J
And sometimes for a moment	L
Passing through the dark stems	J
Flowing robed the beloved	L
The desired the divine	D
Beloved Iacchus	J
Ah cool night	L