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THOU singest thou me seems	A
Coming from high Parnassus where thy head	B
Beside the silent streams	A
Among fast fading blooms hath fashioned	C
A pillow of pale dreams	A
While from thee sleeping gods of heart and soul	D
Have taken fullest toll	D
	-
Thou knowest at what cost	E
Thy sleep was taken on those awful hills	F
What thou hast gained and lost	G
Thou knowest too if what thou art fulfils	F
The pledge of what thou wast	G
And if all compensates the poet's wreath	H
That wounds the brow beneath	H
	-
Rememberest thou that night	G
Incomparable Thou in dreams wast laid	G
Where petals rose and white	G
Above thy head a pale pavilion made	G
Where at unscal d height	G
The moon lay anchored in the heaving sky	I
And clouds went surging by	I
	-
Then came the gods unknown	J
The plundering gods to take thee unawares	F
While thou wast sleeping thrown	J
Upon the sacred mountain that is theirs	F
In vain sad flowers had blown	J
A gale of petals o'er thee on they came	K
In a still sheet of flame	K
	-
They knew that those who dare	L
To sleep one night beside Parnassus' streams	F
The poet's crown must wear	L
Must lip the chalice of immortal dreams	F
And breathe the eternal air	L
Who even unto trembling Ossa's hill	M
May walk the mount at will	M
	-
They killed thy happiness	F
And strangled all thy youth with hands profane	N
They brake Love's rosaries	F
Tossing thy ravaged soul amid the slain	N
While thou wast weaponless	F
And left thee gibbeted 'twixt pain and peace	F
Forbidding thy release	F
	-
Then they augustly laid	G
Their crippled gifts beside thee and withdrew	O
Into high Pelion's shade	G
Their tireless feet made fall no bead of dew	O
Their passing bent no blade	G
Though thunder muttered round each mighty plume	P
And crumbled into gloom	P
	-
They laid a fatal spell	Q
Of beauty on thine eyes that made most fair	L
The rose unpluckable	Q
They bade thee thirst yet find no Cup to bear	L
Water from any well	Q
They mocked thee with a vision passionate	G
And a soul celibate	G
	-
O friend what thou hast known	J
Thou givest me what thou hast suffered thou	R
Wouldst calmly bear alone	J
Forbidding thorns to gather on my brow	R
Accustomed on thine own	J
Thou lingerest at my side to show and spare	L
The pitfall and the snare	L
	-
For thou wouldst give to me	S
The poet's pillow who has suffered not	G
The poet's penalty	S
A goodly heritage a happy lot	G
Wouldst have my portion be	S
With honey from the rod art fain to feed	G
Not from the galled reed	G
	-
Thou hast some rare reward	G
The reed that gods have guided in thine hand	G
Becomes a dreadful sword	G
Their fingers on thy heartstrings still demand	G
A loud triumphant chord	G
They pass the ditch delivered poets by	I
With wide contemptuous eye	I
	-
Poet I take thy cup	T
But from my coloured wreath of morning flowers	F
Where bees wild honey sup	T
Upon thy sepulchre of buried hours	F
Am fain to offer up	T
Some bud that spills upon thy brow anew	O
Its fragile shell of dew	O
	-
And if at last I choose	F
To make my pillow on some slope forlorn	U
And in that slumber lose	F
My morning wreath that must be tossed and torn	U
To feed the jealous Muse	F
Remember the poor gifts that I resign	V
I shall remember thine	V

Muriel Stuart

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