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Nay let us walk from fire unto fire	A
From passionate pain to deadlier delight	B
I am too young to live without desire	A
Too young art thou to waste this summer night	B
Asking those idle questions which of old	C
Man sought of seer and oracle and no reply was told	C
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For sweet to feel is better than to know	D
And wisdom is a childless heritage	E
One pulse of passion youth's first fiery glow	D
Are worth the hoarded proverbs of the sage	F
Vex not thy soul with dead philosophy	G
Have we not lips to kiss with hearts to love and eyes to see	G
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Dost thou not hear the murmuring nightingale	H
Like water bubbling from a silver jar	I
So soft she sings the envious moon is pale	H
That high in heaven she is hung so far	I
She cannot hear that love enraptured tune	J
Mark how she wreathes each horn with mist yon late and labouring moon	J
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White lilies in whose cups the gold bees dream	K
The fallen snow of petals where the breeze	L
Scatters the chestnut blossom or the gleam	K
Of boyish limbs in water are not these	L
Enough for thee dost thou desire more	M
Alas the Gods will give nought else from their eternal store	M
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For our high Gods have sick and wearied grown	N
Of all our endless sins our vain endeavour	A
For wasted days of youth to make atone	N
By pain or prayer or priest and never never	A
Hearken they now to either good or ill	O
But send their rain upon the just and the unjust at will	O
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They sit at ease our Gods they sit at ease	L
Strewing with leaves of rose their scented wine	P
They sleep they sleep beneath the rocking trees	L
Where asphodel and yellow lotus twine	P
Mourning the old glad days before they knew	Q
What evil things the heart of man could dream and dreaming do	Q
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And far beneath the brazen floor they see	G
Like swarming flies the crowd of little men	R
The bustle of small lives then wearily	G
Back to their lotus haunts they turn again	R
Kissing each others' mouths and mix more deep	S
The poppy seeded draught which brings soft purple lidded sleep	S
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There all day long the golden vestured sun	T
Their torch bearer stands with his torch ablaze	U
And when the gaudy web of noon is spun	T
By its twelve maidens through the crimson haze	U
Fresh from Endymion's arms comes forth the moon	J
And the immortal Gods in toils of mortal passions swoon	J
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There walks Queen Juno through some dewy mead	V
Her grand white feet flecked with the saffron dust	W
Of wind stirred lilies while young Ganymede	V
Leaps in the hot and amber foaming must	W
His curls all tossed as when the eagle bare	X
The frightened boy from Ida through the blue Ionian air	X
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There in the green heart of some garden close	Y
Queen Venus with the shepherd at her side	Z
Her warm soft body like the briar rose	A2
Which would be white yet blushes at its pride	Z
Laughs low for love till jealous Salmacis	A2
Peers through the myrtle leaves and sighs for pain of lonely bliss	A2
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There never does that dreary north wind blow	D
Which leaves our English forests bleak and bare	X
Nor ever falls the swift white feathered snow	D
Nor ever doth the red toothed lightning dare	X
To wake them in the silver fretted night	B
When we lie weeping for some sweet sad sin some dead delight	B
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Alas they know the far Lethaean spring	B2
The violet hidden waters well they know	D
Where one whose feet with tired wandering	B2
Are faint and broken may take heart and go	D
And from those dark depths cool and crystalline	P
Drink and draw balm and sleep for sleepless souls and anodyne	P
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But we oppress our natures God or Fate	C2
Is our enemy we starve and feed	V
On vain repentance O we are born too late	C2
What balm for us in bruised poppy seed	V
Who crowd into one finite pulse of time	D2
The joy of infinite love and the fierce pain of infinite crime	D2
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O we are wearied of this sense of guilt	E2
Wearied of pleasure's paramour despair	X
Wearied of every temple we have built	E2
Wearied of every right unanswered prayer	X
For man is weak God sleeps and heaven is high	F2
One fiery coloured moment one great love and lo we die	F2
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Ah but no ferry man with labouring pole	G2
Nears his black shallop to the flowerless strand	H2
No little coin of bronze can bring the soul	G2
Over Death's river to the sunless land	H2
Victim and wine and vow are all in vain	P
The tomb is sealed the soldiers watch the dead rise not again	P
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We are resolved into the supreme air	X
We are made one with what we touch and see	A2
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair	X
With our young lives each spring impassioned tree	A2
Flames into green the wildest beasts that range	I2
The moor our kinsmen are all life is one and all is change	I2
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With beat of systole and of diastole	A2
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart	J2
And mighty waves of single Being roll	G2
From nerveless germ to man for we are part	J2
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill	O
One with the things that prey on us and one with what we kill	O
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From lower cells of waking life we pass	A2
To full perfection thus the world grows old	C
We who are godlike now were once a mass	A2
Of quivering purple flecked with bars of gold	C
Unsentient or of joy or misery	A2
And tossed in terrible tangles of some wild and wind swept sea	A2
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This hot hard flame with which our bodies burn	P
Will make some meadow blaze with daffodil	O
Ay and those argent breasts of thine will turn	P
To water lilies the brown fields men till	O
Will be more fruitful for our love to night	B
Nothing is lost in nature all things live in Death's despite	B
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The boy's first kiss the hyacinth's first bell	K2
The man's last passion and the last red spear	L2
That from the lily leaps the asphodel	K2
Which will not let its blossoms blow for fear	L2
Of too much beauty and the timid shame	M2
Of the young bridegroom at his lover's eyes these with the same	M2
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One sacrament are consecrate the earth	N2
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal	K2
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth	N2
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real	K2
Than we do when in some fresh blossoming wood	O2
We draw the spring into our hearts and feel that life is good	O2
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So when men bury us beneath the yew	Q
Thy crimson stained mouth a rose will be	A2
And thy soft eyes lush bluebells dimmed with dew	Q
And when the white narcissus wantonly	A2
Kisses the wind its playmate some faint joy	P2
Will thrill our dust and we will be again fond maid and boy	P2
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And thus without life's conscious torturing pain	P
In some sweet flower we will feel the sun	P
And from the linnet's throat will sing again	P
And as two gorgeous mailed snakes will run	P
Over our graves or as two tigers creep	S
Through the hot jungle where the yellow eyed huge lions sleep	S
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And give them battle How my heart leaps up	Q2
To think of that grand living after death	R2
In beast and bird and flower when this cup	Q2
Being filled too full of spirit bursts for breath	R2
And with the pale leaves of some autumn day	S2
The soul earth's earliest conqueror becomes earth's last great prey	S2
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O think of it We shall inform ourselves	A2
Into all sensuous life the goat foot Faun	P
The Centaur or the merry bright eyed Elves	A2
That leave their dancing rings to spite the dawn	P
Upon the meadows shall not be more near	L2
Than you and I to nature's mysteries for we shall hear	T2
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The thrush's heart beat and the daisies grow	D
And the wan snowdrop sighing for the sun	P
On sunless days in winter we shall know	D
By whom the silver gossamer is spun	P
Who paints the diapered fritillaries	A2
On what wide wings from shivering pine to pine the eagle flies	A2
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Ay had we never loved at all who knows	A2
If yonder daffodil had lured the bee	A2
Into its gilded womb or any rose	A2
Had hung with crimson lamps its little tree	A2
Methinks no leaf would ever bud in spring	B2
But for the lovers' lips that kiss the poets' lips that sing	B2
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Is the light vanished from our golden sun	P
Or is this daedal fashioned earth less fair	X
That we are nature's heritors and one	P
With every pulse of life that beats the air	X
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass	A2
New splendour come unto the flower new glory to the grass	A2
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And we two lovers shall not sit afar	I
Critics of nature but the joyous sea	A2
Shall be our raiment and the bearded star	I
Shoot arrows at our pleasure We shall be	A2
Part of the mighty universal whole	K2
And through all aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul	K2
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We shall be notes in that great Symphony	A2
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres	A2
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be	A2
One with our heart the stealthy creeping years	A2
Have lost their terrors now we shall not die	F2
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality	A2