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A	A
Not far from hence From yonder pointed hill	B
Crowned with a ring of oaks you may behold	C
A dark and barren field through which there flows	D
Sluggish and black a deep but narrow stream	E
Which the wind ripples not and the fair moon	F
Gazes in vain and finds no mirror there	G
Follow the herbless banks of that strange brook	H
Until you pause beside a darksome pond	I
The fountain of this rivulet whose gush	J
Cannot be seen hid by a rayless night	K
That lives beneath the overhanging rock	L
That shades the pool an endless spring of gloom	M
Upon whose edge hovers the tender light	K
Trembling to mingle with its paramour	G
But as Syrinx fled Pan so night flies day	N
Or with most sullen and regardless hate	O
Refuses stern her heaven born embrace	P
On one side of this jagged and shapeless hill	B
There is a cave from which there eddies up	Q
A pale mist like aereal gossamer	G
Whose breath destroys all life awhile it veils	R
The rock then scattered by the wind it flies	S
Along the stream or lingers on the clefts	S
Killing the sleepy worms if aught bide there	G
Upon the beetling edge of that dark rock	L
There stands a group of cypresses not such	T
As with a graceful spire and stirring life	U
Pierce the pure heaven of your native vale	V
Whose branches the air plays among but not	W
Disturbs fearing to spoil their solemn grace	S
But blasted and all wearily they stand	X
One to another clinging their weak boughs	S
Sigh as the wind buffets them and they shake	Y
Beneath its blasts a weatherbeaten crew	G
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CHORUS	S
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What wondrous sound is that mournful and faint	Z
But more melodious than the murmuring wind	A2
Which through the columns of a temple glides	S
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A	A
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It is the wandering voice of Orpheus lyre	G
Borne by the winds who sigh that their rude king	B2
Hurries them fast from these air feeding notes	S
But in their speed they bear along with them	C2
The waning sound scattering it like dew	G
Upon the startled sense	S
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CHORUS	S
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Does he still sing	B2
Methought he rashly cast away his harp	D2
When he had lost Eurydice	S
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A	A
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Ah no	E2
Awhile he paused As a poor hunted stag	F2
A moment shudders on the fearful brink	G2
Of a swift stream the cruel hounds press on	H2
With deafening yell the arrows glance and wound	I2
He plunges in so Orpheus seized and torn	J2
By the sharp fangs of an insatiate grief	K2
Maenad like waved his lyre in the bright air	G
And wildly shrieked Where she is it is dark	L2
And then he struck from forth the strings a sound	I2
Of deep and fearful melody Alas	S
In times long past when fair Eurydice	S
With her bright eyes sat listening by his side	M2
He gently sang of high and heavenly themes	S
As in a brook fretted with little waves	S
By the light airs of spring each riplet makes	S
A many sided mirror for the sun	N2
While it flows musically through green banks	S
Ceaseless and pauseless ever clear and fresh	O2
So flowed his song reflecting the deep joy	P2
And tender love that fed those sweetest notes	S
The heavenly offspring of ambrosial food	Q2
But that is past Returning from drear Hell	R2
He chose a lonely seat of unhewn stone	S2
Blackened with lichens on a herbless plain	T2
Then from the deep and overflowing spring	B2
Of his eternal ever moving grief	K2
There rose to Heaven a sound of angry song	U2
Tis as a mighty cataract that parts	S
Two sister rocks with waters swift and strong	U2
And casts itself with horrid roar and din	V2
Adown a steep from a perennial source	S
It ever flows and falls and breaks the air	G
With loud and fierce but most harmonious roar	G
And as it falls casts up a vaporous spray	N
Which the sun clothes in hues of Iris light	K
Thus the tempestuous torrent of his grief	K2
Is clothed in sweetest sounds and varying words	S
Of poesy Unlike all human works	S
It never slackens and through every change	W2
Wisdom and beauty and the power divine	X2
Of mighty poesy together dwell	R2
Mingling in sweet accord As I have seen	Y2
A fierce south blast tear through the darkened sky	Z2
Driving along a rack of winged clouds	S
Which may not pause but ever hurry on	H2
As their wild shepherd wills them while the stars	S
Twinkling and dim peep from between the plumes	S
Anon the sky is cleared and the high dome	A3
Of serene Heaven starred with fiery flowers	S
Shuts in the shaken earth or the still moon	F
Swiftly yet gracefully begins her walk	B3
Rising all bright behind the eastern hills	S
I talk of moon and wind and stars and not	W
Of song but would I echo his high song	U2
Nature must lend me words ne er used before	G
Or I must borrow from her perfect works	S
To picture forth his perfect attributes	S
He does no longer sit upon his throne	S2
Of rock upon a desert herbless plain	T2
For the evergreen and knotted ilexes	S
And cypresses that seldom wave their boughs	S
And sea green olives with their grateful fruit	C3
And elms dragging along the twisted vines	S
Which drop their berries as they follow fast	D3
And blackthorn bushes with their infant race	S
Of blushing rose blooms beeches to lovers dear	G
And weeping willow trees all swift or slow	E2
As their huge boughs or lighter dress permit	E3
Have circled in his throne and Earth herself	F3
Has sent from her maternal breast a growth	G3
Of starlike flowers and herbs of odour sweet	H3
To pave the temple that his poesy	S
Has framed while near his feet grim lions couch	I3
And kids fearless from love creep near his lair	G
Even the blind worms seem to feel the sound	I2
The birds are silent hanging down their heads	S
Perched on the lowest branches of the trees	S
Not even the nightingale intrudes a note	J3
In rivalry but all entranced she listens	S

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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