Prince Athanase. A Fragment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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There was a youth who as with toil and travel | B |
Had grown quite weak and gray before his time | C |
Nor any could the restless griefs unravel | B |
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Which burned within him withering up his prime | C |
And goading him like fiends from land to land | D |
Not his the load of any secret crime | C |
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For nought of ill his heart could understand | D |
But pity and wild sorrow for the same | E |
Not his the thirst for glory or command | D |
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Baffled with blast of hope consuming shame | E |
Nor evil joys which fire the vulgar breast | F |
And quench in speedy smoke its feeble flame | E |
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Had left within his soul their dark unrest | F |
Nor what religion fables of the grave | G |
Feared he Philosophy's accepted guest | F |
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For none than he a purer heart could have | H |
Or that loved good more for itself alone | I |
Of nought in heaven or earth was he the slave | G |
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What sorrow strange and shadowy and unknown | I |
Sent him a hopeless wanderer through mankind | J |
If with a human sadness he did groan | I |
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He had a gentle yet aspiring mind | J |
Just innocent with varied learning fed | K |
And such a glorious consolation find | J |
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In others' joy when all their own is dead | K |
He loved and laboured for his kind in grief | L |
And yet unlike all others it is said | K |
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That from such toil he never found relief | L |
Although a child of fortune and of power | M |
Of an ancestral name the orphan chief | L |
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His soul had wedded Wisdom and her dower | N |
Is love and justice clothed in which he sate | O |
Apart from men as in a lonely tower | M |
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Pitying the tumult of their dark estate | O |
Yet even in youth did he not e'er abuse | P |
The strength of wealth or thought to consecrate | O |
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Those false opinions which the harsh rich use | P |
To blind the world they famish for their pride | Q |
Nor did he hold from any man his dues | R |
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But like a steward in honest dealings tried | Q |
With those who toiled and wept the poor and wise | S |
His riches and his cares he did divide | Q |
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Fearless he was and scorning all disguise | S |
What he dared do or think though men might start | A |
He spoke with mild yet unaverted eyes | S |
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Liberal he was of soul and frank of heart | A |
And to his many friends all loved him well | T |
Whate'er he knew or felt he would impart | A |
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If words he found those inmost thoughts to tell | T |
If not he smiled or wept and his weak foes | U |
He neither spurned nor hated though with fell | T |
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And mortal hate their thousand voices rose | U |
They passed like aimless arrows from his ear | V |
Nor did his heart or mind its portal close | W |
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To those or them or any whom life's sphere | X |
May comprehend within its wide array | Y |
What sadness made that vernal spirit sere | X |
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He knew not Though his life day after day | Y |
Was failing like an unreplenished stream | Z |
Though in his eyes a cloud and burthen lay | Y |
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Through which his soul like Vesper's serene beam | Z |
Piercing the chasms of ever rising clouds | A2 |
Shone softly burning though his lips did seem | Z |
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Like reeds which quiver in impetuous floods | B2 |
And through his sleep and o'er each waking hour | M |
Thoughts after thoughts unresting multitudes | C2 |
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Were driven within him by some secret power | M |
Which bade them blaze and live and roll afar | D2 |
Like lights and sounds from haunted tower to tower | M |
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O'er castled mountains borne when tempest's war | E2 |
Is levied by the night contending winds | F2 |
And the pale dalesmen watch with eager ear | V |
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Though such were in his spirit as the fiends | G2 |
Which wake and feed an everliving woe | H2 |
What was this grief which ne'er in other minds | I2 |
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A mirror found he knew not none could know | H2 |
But on whoe'er might question him he turned | J2 |
The light of his frank eyes as if to show | H2 |
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He knew not of the grief within that burned | J2 |
But asked forbearance with a mournful look | K2 |
Or spoke in words from which none ever learned | J2 |
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The cause of his disquietude or shook | K2 |
With spasms of silent passion or turned pale | L2 |
So that his friends soon rarely undertook | K2 |
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To stir his secret pain without avail | L2 |
For all who knew and loved him then perceived | M2 |
That there was drawn an adamantine veil | L2 |
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Between his heart and mind both unrelieved | M2 |
Wrought in his brain and bosom separate strife | N2 |
Some said that he was mad others believed | M2 |
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That memories of an antenatal life | N2 |
Made this where now he dwelt a penal hell | T |
And others said that such mysterious grief | L |
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From God's displeasure like a darkness fell | T |
On souls like his which owned no higher law | O2 |
Than love love calm steadfast invincible | B |
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By mortal fear or supernatural awe | P2 |
And others ''Tis the shadow of a dream | Z |
Which the veiled eye of Memory never saw | O2 |
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'But through the soul's abyss like some dark stream | Z |
Through shattered mines and caverns underground | Q2 |
Rolls shaking its foundations and no beam | Z |
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'Of joy may rise but it is quenched and drowned | Q2 |
In the dim whirlpools of this dream obscure | R2 |
Soon its exhausted waters will have found | Q2 |
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'A lair of rest beneath thy spirit pure | R2 |
O Athanase in one so good and great | O |
Evil or tumult cannot long endure | R2 |
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So spake they idly of another's state | O |
Babbling vain words and fond philosophy | S2 |
This was their consolation such debate | O |
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Men held with one another nor did he | S2 |
Like one who labours with a human woe | H2 |
Decline this talk as if its theme might be | S2 |
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Another not himself he to and fro | H2 |
Questioned and canvassed it with subtlest wit | T2 |
And none but those who loved him best could know | H2 |
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That which he knew not how it galled and bit | T2 |
His weary mind this converse vain and cold | U2 |
For like an eyeless nightmare grief did sit | T2 |
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Upon his being a snake which fold by fold | U2 |
Pressed out the life of life a clinging fiend | V2 |
Which clenched him if he stirred with deadlier hold | U2 |
And so his grief remained let it remain untold | U2 |
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PART | A |
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FRAGMENT | W2 |
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Prince Athanase had one beloved friend | X2 |
An old old man with hair of silver white | Y2 |
And lips where heavenly smiles would hang and blend | X2 |
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With his wise words and eyes whose arrowy light | Y2 |
Shone like the reflex of a thousand minds | I2 |
He was the last whom superstition's blight | Y2 |
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Had spared in Greece the blight that cramps and blinds | I2 |
And in his olive bower at Oenoe | H2 |
Had sate from earliest youth Like one who finds | I2 |
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A fertile island in the barren sea | S2 |
One mariner who has survived his mates | Z2 |
Many a drear month in a great ship so he | S2 |
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With soul sustaining songs and sweet debates | Z2 |
Of ancient lore there fed his lonely being | A3 |
'The mind becomes that which it contemplates ' | - |
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And thus Zonoras by for ever seeing | A3 |
Their bright creations grew like wisest men | H2 |
And when he heard the crash of nations fleeing | A3 |
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A bloodier power than ruled thy ruins then | H2 |
O sacred Hellas many weary years | B3 |
He wandered till the path of Laian's glen | H2 |
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Was grass grown and the unremembered tears | C3 |
Were dry in Laian for their honoured chief | L |
Who fell in Byzant pierced by Moslem spears | B3 |
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And as the lady looked with faithful grief | L |
From her high lattice o'er the rugged path | D3 |
Where she once saw that horseman toil with brief | L |
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And blighting hope who with the news of death | E3 |
Struck body and soul as with a mortal blight | Y2 |
She saw between the chestnuts far beneath | F3 |
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An old man toiling up a weary wight | Y2 |
And soon within her hospitable hall | G3 |
She saw his white hairs glittering in the light | Y2 |
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Of the wood fire and round his shoulders fall | G3 |
And his wan visage and his withered mien | H2 |
Yet calm and gentle and majestical | G3 |
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And Athanase her child who must have been | H2 |
Then three years old sate opposite and gazed | H3 |
In patient silence | I3 |
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FRAGMENT | W2 |
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Such was Zonoras and as daylight finds | I2 |
One amaranth glittering on the path of frost | J3 |
When autumn nights have nipped all weaker kinds | I2 |
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Thus through his age dark cold and tempest tossed | J3 |
Shone truth upon Zonoras and he filled | K3 |
From fountains pure nigh overgrown and lost | J3 |
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The spirit of Prince Athanase a child | L3 |
With soul sustaining songs of ancient lore | E2 |
And philosophic wisdom clear and mild | L3 |
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And sweet and subtle talk they evermore | E2 |
The pupil and the master shared until | G3 |
Sharing that undiminishable store | E2 |
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The youth as shadows on a grassy hill | G3 |
Outrun the winds that chase them soon outran | H2 |
His teacher and did teach with native skill | G3 |
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Strange truths and new to that experienced man | H2 |
Still they were friends as few have ever been | H2 |
Who mark the extremes of life's discordant span | H2 |
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So in the caverns of the forest green | H2 |
Or on the rocks of echoing ocean hoar | E2 |
Zonoras and Prince Athanase were seen | H2 |
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By summer woodmen and when winter's roar | E2 |
Sounded o'er earth and sea its blast of war | E2 |
The Balearic fisher driven from shore | E2 |
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Hanging upon the peaked wave afar | D2 |
Then saw their lamp from Laian's turret gleam | Z |
Piercing the stormy darkness like a star | D2 |
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Which pours beyond the sea one steadfast beam | Z |
Whilst all the constellations of the sky | M3 |
Seemed reeling through the storm They did but seem | Z |
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For lo the wintry clouds are all gone by | M3 |
And bright Arcturus through yon pines is glowing | A3 |
And far o'er southern waves immovably | G3 |
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Belted Orion hangs warm light is flowing | A3 |
From the young moon into the sunset's chasm | N3 |
'O summer eve with power divine bestowing | A3 |
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'On thine own bird the sweet enthusiasm | N3 |
Which overflows in notes of liquid gladness | I2 |
Filling the sky like light How many a spasm | N3 |
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'Of fevered brains oppressed with grief and madness | I2 |
Were lulled by thee delightful nightingale | G3 |
And these soft waves murmuring a gentle sadness | I2 |
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'And the far sighings of yon piny dale | G3 |
Made vocal by some wind we feel not here | V |
I bear alone what nothing may avail | G3 |
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'To lighten a strange load ' No human ear | V |
Heard this lament but o'er the visage wan | H2 |
Of Athanase a ruffling atmosphere | X |
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Of dark emotion a swift shadow ran | H2 |
Like wind upon some forest bosomed lake | O3 |
Glassy and dark And that divine old man | H2 |
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Beheld his mystic friend's whole being shake | O3 |
Even where its inmost depths were gloomiest | L3 |
And with a calm and measured voice he spake | O3 |
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And with a soft and equal pressure pressed | L3 |
That cold lean hand 'Dost thou remember yet | L3 |
When the curved moon then lingering in the west | L3 |
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'Paused in yon waves her mighty horns to wet | L3 |
How in those beams we walked half resting on the sea | I2 |
'Tis just one year sure thou dost not forget | L3 |
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'Then Plato's words of light in thee and me | I2 |
Lingered like moonlight in the moonless east | L3 |
For we had just then read thy memory | I2 |
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'Is faithful now the story of the feast | L3 |
And Agathon and Diotima seemed | L3 |
From death and dark forgetfulness released ' | - |
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FRAGMENT | L3 |
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And when the old man saw that on the green | H2 |
Leaves of his opening a blight had lighted | L3 |
He said 'My friend one grief alone can wean | H2 |
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A gentle mind from all that once delighted | L3 |
Thou lovest and thy secret heart is laden | H2 |
With feelings which should not be unrequited ' | - |
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And Athanase then smiled as one o'erladen | H2 |
With iron chains might smile to talk of bands | I2 |
Twined round her lover's neck by some blithe maiden | H2 |
And said | L3 |
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FRAGMENT | L3 |
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'Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings | I2 |
From slumber as a sphered angel's child | L3 |
Shadowing its eyes with green and golden wings | I2 |
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Stands up before its mother bright and mild | L3 |
Of whose soft voice the air expectant seems | I2 |
So stood before the sun which shone and smiled | L3 |
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To see it rise thus joyous from its dreams | I2 |
The fresh and radiant Earth The hoary grove | P3 |
Waxed green and flowers burst forth like starry beams | I2 |
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The grass in the warm sun did start and move | Q3 |
And sea buds burst under the waves serene | H2 |
How many a one though none be near to love | R3 |
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Loves then the shade of his own soul half seen | H2 |
In any mirror or the spring's young minions | I2 |
The winged leaves amid the copses green | H2 |
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How many a spirit then puts on the pinions | I2 |
Of fancy and outstrips the lagging blast | L3 |
And his own steps and over wide dominions | I2 |
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Sweeps in his dream drawn chariot far and fast | L3 |
More fleet than storms the wide world shrinks below | G3 |
When winter and despondency are past | L3 |
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FRAGMENT | L3 |
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'Twas at this season that Prince Athanase | I2 |
Passed the white Alps those eagle baffling mountains | I2 |
Slept in their shrouds of snow beside the ways | I2 |
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The waterfalls were voiceless for their fountains | I2 |
Were changed to mines of sunless crystal now | H2 |
Or by the curdling winds like brazen wings | I2 |
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Which clanged along the mountain's marble brow | H2 |
Warped into adamantine fretwork hung | S3 |
And filled with frozen light the chasms below | G3 |
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Vexed by the blast the great pines groaned and swung | S3 |
Under their load of snow | G3 |
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Such as the eagle sees when he dives down | H2 |
From the gray deserts of wide air beheld | L3 |
Prince Athanase and o'er his mien was thrown | H2 |
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The shadow of that scene field after field | L3 |
Purple and dim and wide | L3 |
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FRAGMENT | L3 |
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Thou art the wine whose drunkenness is all | G3 |
We can desire O Love and happy souls | I2 |
Ere from thy vine the leaves of autumn fall | G3 |
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Catch thee and feed from their o'erflowing bowls | I2 |
Thousands who thirst for thine ambrosial dew | L3 |
Thou art the radiance which where ocean rolls | I2 |
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Investeth it and when the heavens are blue | L3 |
Thou fillest them and when the earth is fair | T3 |
The shadow of thy moving wings imbue | L3 |
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Its deserts and its mountains till they wear | T3 |
Beauty like some light robe thou ever soarest | L3 |
Among the towers of men and as soft air | T3 |
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In spring which moves the unawakened forest | L3 |
Clothing with leaves its branches bare and bleak | U3 |
Thou floatest among men and aye implorest | L3 |
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That which from thee they should implore the weak | U3 |
Alone kneel to thee offering up the hearts | I2 |
The strong have broken yet where shall any seek | U3 |
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A garment whom thou clothest not the darts | I2 |
Of the keen winter storm barbed with frost | L3 |
Which from the everlasting snow that parts | I2 |
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The Alps from Heaven pierce some traveller lost | L3 |
In the wide waved interminable snow | G3 |
Ungarmented | L3 |
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ANOTHER FRAGMENT A | V3 |
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Yes often when the eyes are cold and dry | M3 |
And the lips calm the Spirit weeps within | H2 |
Tears bitterer than the blood of agony | H2 |
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Trembling in drops on the discoloured skin | H2 |
Of those who love their kind and therefore perish | W3 |
In ghastly torture a sweet medicine | H2 |
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Of peace and sleep are tears and quietly | H2 |
Them soothe from whose uplifted eyes they fall | G3 |
But | L3 |
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ANOTHER FRAGMENT B | H2 |
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Her hair was brown her sphered eyes were brown | H2 |
And in their dark and liquid moisture swam | X3 |
Like the dim orb of the eclipsed moon | H2 |
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Yet when the spirit flashed beneath there came | E |
The light from them as when tears of delight | L3 |
Double the western planet's serene flame | E |
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