The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 2 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The starlight smile of children the sweet looks | B |
Of women the fair breast from which I fed | C |
The murmur of the unreposing brooks | B |
And the green light which shifting overhead | C |
Some tangled bower of vines around me shed | C |
The shells on the sea sand and the wild flowers | D |
The lamp light through the rafters cheerly spread | C |
And on the twining flax in life's young hours | D |
These sights and sounds did nurse my spirit's folded powers | D |
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In Argolis beside the echoing sea | E |
Such impulses within my mortal frame | F |
Arose and they were dear to memory | E |
Like tokens of the dead but others came | F |
Soon in another shape the wondrous fame | F |
Of the past world the vital words and deeds | G |
Of minds whom neither time nor change can tame | F |
Traditions dark and old whence evil creeds | G |
Start forth and whose dim shade a stream of poison feeds | G |
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I heard as all have heard the various story | E |
Of human life and wept unwilling tears | H |
Feeble historians of its shame and glory | E |
False disputants on all its hopes and fears | I |
Victims who worshipped ruin chroniclers | D |
Of daily scorn and slaves who loathed their state | J |
Yet flattering power had given its ministers | D |
A throne of judgement in the grave 'twas fate | J |
That among such as these my youth should seek its mate | J |
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The land in which I lived by a fell bane | K |
Was withered up Tyrants dwelt side by side | L |
And stabled in our homes until the chain | K |
Stifled the captive's cry and to abide | L |
That blasting curse men had no shame all vied | L |
In evil slave and despot fear with lust | M |
Strange fellowship through mutual hate had tied | L |
Like two dark serpents tangled in the dust | M |
Which on the paths of men their mingling poison thrust | M |
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Earth our bright home its mountains and its waters | D |
And the ethereal shapes which are suspended | N |
Over its green expanse and those fair daughters | D |
The clouds of Sun and Ocean who have blended | N |
The colours of the air since first extended | N |
It cradled the young world none wandered forth | O |
To see or feel a darkness had descended | N |
On every heart the light which shows its worth | P |
Must among gentle thoughts and fearless take its birth | P |
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This vital world this home of happy spirits | Q |
Was as a dungeon to my blasted kind | R |
All that despair from murdered hope inherits | S |
They sought and in their helpless misery blind | R |
A deeper prison and heavier chains did find | R |
And stronger tyrants a dark gulf before | T |
The realm of a stern Ruler yawned behind | R |
Terror and Time conflicting drove and bore | T |
On their tempestuous flood the shrieking wretch from shore | T |
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Out of that Ocean's wrecks had Guilt and Woe | U |
Framed a dark dwelling for their homeless thought | V |
And starting at the ghosts which to and fro | U |
Glide o'er its dim and gloomy strand had brought | V |
The worship thence which they each other taught | V |
Well might men loathe their life well might they turn | W |
Even to the ills again from which they sought | V |
Such refuge after death well might they learn | W |
To gaze on this fair world with hopeless unconcern | W |
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For they all pined in bondage body and soul | X |
Tyrant and slave victim and torturer bent | Y |
Before one Power to which supreme control | X |
Over their will by their own weakness lent | Y |
Made all its many names omnipotent | Z |
All symbols of things evil all divine | A2 |
And hymns of blood or mockery which rent | Y |
The air from all its fanes did intertwine | A2 |
Imposture's impious toils round each discordant shrine | A2 |
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I heard as all have heard life's various story | E |
And in no careless heart transcribed the tale | B2 |
But from the sneers of men who had grown hoary | E |
In shame and scorn from groans of crowds made pale | B2 |
By famine from a mother's desolate wail | B2 |
O'er her polluted child from innocent blood | N |
Poured on the earth and brows anxious and pale | B2 |
With the heart's warfare did I gather food | C2 |
To feed my many thoughts a tameless multitude | C2 |
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I wandered through the wrecks of days departed | N |
Far by the desolated shore when even | D2 |
O'er the still sea and jagged islets darted | E2 |
The light of moonrise in the northern Heaven | F2 |
Among the clouds near the horizon driven | F2 |
The mountains lay beneath one planet pale | B2 |
Around me broken tombs and columns riven | F2 |
Looked vast in twilight and the sorrowing gale | B2 |
Waked in those ruins gray its everlasting wail | B2 |
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I knew not who had framed these wonders then | G2 |
Nor had I heard the story of their deeds | G |
But dwellings of a race of mightier men | G2 |
And monuments of less ungentle creeds | G |
Tell their own tale to him who wisely heeds | G |
The language which they speak and now to me | E |
The moonlight making pale the blooming weeds | G |
The bright stars shining in the breathless sea | E |
Interpreted those scrolls of mortal mystery | E |
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Such man has been and such may yet become | H2 |
Ay wiser greater gentler even than they | I2 |
Who on the fragments of yon shattered dome | J2 |
Have stamped the sign of power I felt the sway | I2 |
Of the vast stream of ages bear away | I2 |
My floating thoughts my heart beat loud and fast | K2 |
Even as a storm let loose beneath the ray | I2 |
Of the still moon my spirit onward passed | K2 |
Beneath truth's steady beams upon its tumult cast | K2 |
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It shall be thus no more too long too long | L2 |
Sons of the glorious dead have ye lain bound | M2 |
In darkness and in ruin Hope is strong | L2 |
Justice and Truth their winged child have found | M2 |
Awake arise until the mighty sound | M2 |
Of your career shall scatter in its gust | M |
The thrones of the oppressor and the ground | M2 |
Hide the last altar's unregarded dust | M |
Whose Idol has so long betrayed your impious trust | M |
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It must be so I will arise and waken | F2 |
The multitude and like a sulphurous hill | N2 |
Which on a sudden from its snows has shaken | F2 |
The swoon of ages it shall burst and fill | N2 |
The world with cleansing fire it must it will | N2 |
It may not be restrained and who shall stand | O2 |
Amid the rocking earthquake steadfast still | N2 |
But Laon on high Freedom's desert land | O2 |
A tower whose marble walls the leagued storms withstand | O2 |
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One summer night in commune with the hope | P2 |
Thus deeply fed amid those ruins gray | I2 |
I watched beneath the dark sky's starry cope | P2 |
And ever from that hour upon me lay | I2 |
The burden of this hope and night or day | I2 |
In vision or in dream clove to my breast | Q2 |
Among mankind or when gone far away | I2 |
To the lone shores and mountains 'twas a guest | Q2 |
Which followed where I fled and watched when I did rest | Q2 |
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These hopes found words through which my spirit sought | V |
To weave a bondage of such sympathy | E |
As might create some response to the thought | V |
Which ruled me now and as the vapours lie | R2 |
Bright in the outspread morning's radiancy | E |
So were these thoughts invested with the light | S2 |
Of language and all bosoms made reply | R2 |
On which its lustre streamed whene'er it might | S2 |
Through darkness wide and deep those tranced spirits smite | S2 |
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Yes many an eye with dizzy tears was dim | T2 |
And oft I thought to clasp my own heart's brother | U2 |
When I could feel the listener's senses swim | T2 |
And hear his breath its own swift gaspings smother | U2 |
Even as my words evoked them and another | U2 |
And yet another I did fondly deem | V2 |
Felt that we all were sons of one great mother | U2 |
And the cold truth such sad reverse did seem | V2 |
As to awake in grief from some delightful dream | V2 |
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Yes oft beside the ruined labyrinth | W2 |
Which skirts the hoary caves of the green deep | X2 |
Did Laon and his friend on one gray plinth | W2 |
Round whose worn base the wild waves hiss and leap | X2 |
Resting at eve a lofty converse keep | X2 |
And that this friend was false may now be said | S2 |
Calmly that he like other men could weep | X2 |
Tears which are lies and could betray and spread | S2 |
Snares for that guileless heart which for his own had bled | S2 |
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Then had no great aim recompensed my sorrow | U |
I must have sought dark respite from its stress | E |
In dreamless rest in sleep that sees no morrow | U |
For to tread life's dismaying wilderness | E |
Without one smile to cheer one voice to bless | E |
Amid the snares and scoffs of human kind | S2 |
Is hard but I betrayed it not nor less | E |
With love that scorned return sought to unbind | S2 |
The interwoven clouds which make its wisdom blind | S2 |
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With deathless minds which leave where they have passed | S2 |
A path of light my soul communion knew | Y2 |
Till from that glorious intercourse at last | S2 |
As from a mine of magic store I drew | Y2 |
Words which were weapons round my heart there grew | Y2 |
The adamantine armour of their power | U2 |
And from my fancy wings of golden hue | Y2 |
Sprang forth yet not alone from wisdom's tower | U2 |
A minister of truth these plumes young Laon bore | T |
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An orphan with my parents lived whose eyes | E |
Were lodestars of delight which drew me home | J2 |
When I might wander forth nor did I prize | E |
Aught human thing beneath Heaven's mighty dome | J2 |
Beyond this child so when sad hours were come | H2 |
And baffled hope like ice still clung to me | E |
Since kin were cold and friends had now become | H2 |
Heartless and false I turned from all to be | E |
Cythna the only source of tears and smiles to thee | E |
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What wert thou then A child most infantine | Y2 |
Yet wandering far beyond that innocent age | Z2 |
In all but its sweet looks and mien divine | Y2 |
Even then methought with the world's tyrant rage | Z2 |
A patient warfare thy young heart did wage | Z2 |
When those soft eyes of scarcely conscious thought | S2 |
Some tale or thine own fancies would engage | Z2 |
To overflow with tears or converse fraught | S2 |
With passion o'er their depths its fleeting light had wrought | S2 |
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She moved upon this earth a shape of brightness | E |
A power that from its objects scarcely drew | Y2 |
One impulse of her being in her lightness | E |
Most like some radiant cloud of morning dew | Y2 |
Which wanders through the waste air's pathless blue | Y2 |
To nourish some far desert she did seem | V2 |
Beside me gathering beauty as she grew | Y2 |
Like the bright shade of some immortal dream | V2 |
Which walks when tempest sleeps the wave of life's dark stream | V2 |
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As mine own shadow was this child to me | E |
A second self far dearer and more fair | A3 |
Which clothed in undissolving radiancy | E |
All those steep paths which languor and despair | A3 |
Of human things had made so dark and bare | A3 |
But which I trod alone nor till bereft | S2 |
Of friends and overcome by lonely care | A3 |
Knew I what solace for that loss was left | S2 |
Though by a bitter wound my trusting heart was cleft | S2 |
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Once she was dear now she was all I had | S2 |
To love in human life this playmate sweet | S2 |
This child of twelve years old so she was made | S2 |
My sole associate and her willing feet | S2 |
Wandered with mine where earth and ocean meet | S2 |
Beyond the aereal mountains whose vast cells | E |
The unreposing billows ever beat | S2 |
Through forests wild and old and lawny dells | E |
Where boughs of incense droop over the emerald wells | E |
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And warm and light I felt her clasping hand | S2 |
When twined in mine she followed where I went | S2 |
Through the lone paths of our immortal land | S2 |
It had no waste but some memorial lent | S2 |
Which strung me to my toil some monument | S2 |
Vital with mind then Cythna by my side | S2 |
Until the bright and beaming day were spent | S2 |
Would rest with looks entreating to abide | S2 |
Too earnest and too sweet ever to be denied | S2 |
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And soon I could not have refused her thus | E |
For ever day and night we two were ne'er | A3 |
Parted but when brief sleep divided us | E |
And when the pauses of the lulling air | A3 |
Of noon beside the sea had made a lair | A3 |
For her soothed senses in my arms she slept | S2 |
And I kept watch over her slumbers there | A3 |
While as the shifting visions over her swept | S2 |
Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and wept | S2 |
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And in the murmur of her dreams was heard | S2 |
Sometimes the name of Laon suddenly | E |
She would arise and like the secret bird | S2 |
Whom sunset wakens fill the shore and sky | R2 |
With her sweet accents a wild melody | E |
Hymns which my soul had woven to Freedom strong | L2 |
The source of passion whence they rose to be | E |
Triumphant strains which like a spirit's tongue | B3 |
To the enchanted waves that child of glory sung | B3 |
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Her white arms lifted through the shadowy stream | V2 |
Of her loose hair Oh excellently great | S2 |
Seemed to me then my purpose the vast theme | V2 |
Of those impassioned songs when Cythna sate | S2 |
Amid the calm which rapture doth create | S2 |
After its tumult her heart vibrating | C3 |
Her spirit o'er the Ocean's floating state | S2 |
From her deep eyes far wandering on the wing | C3 |
Of visions that were mine beyond its utmost spring | C3 |
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For before Cythna loved it had my song | L2 |
Peopled with thoughts the boundless universe | E |
A mighty congregation which were strong | L2 |
Where'er they trod the darkness to disperse | E |
The cloud of that unutterable curse | E |
Which clings upon mankind all things became | F |
Slaves to my holy and heroic verse | E |
Earth sea and sky the planets life and fame | F |
And fate or whate'er else binds the world's wondrous frame | F |
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And this beloved child thus felt the sway | I2 |
Of my conceptions gathering like a cloud | S2 |
The very wind on which it rolls away | I2 |
Hers too were all my thoughts ere yet endowed | S2 |
With music and with light their fountains flowed | S2 |
In poesy and her still and earnest face | E |
Pallid with feelings which intensely glowed | S2 |
Within was turned on mine with speechless grace | E |
Watching the hopes which there her heart had learned to trace | E |
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In me communion with this purest being | C3 |
Kindled intenser zeal and made me wise | E |
In knowledge which in hers mine own mind seeing | C3 |
Left in the human world few mysteries | E |
How without fear of evil or disguise | E |
Was Cythna what a spirit strong and mild | S2 |
Which death or pain or peril could despise | E |
Yet melt in tenderness what genius wild | S2 |
Yet mighty was enclosed within one simple child | S2 |
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New lore was this old age with its gray hair | A3 |
And wrinkled legends of unworthy things | E |
And icy sneers is nought it cannot dare | A3 |
To burst the chains which life for ever flings | E |
On the entangled soul's aspiring wings | E |
So is it cold and cruel and is made | S2 |
The careless slave of that dark power which brings | E |
Evil like blight on man who still betrayed | S2 |
Laughs o'er the grave in which his living hopes are laid | S2 |
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Nor are the strong and the severe to keep | X2 |
The empire of the world thus Cythna taught | S2 |
Even in the visions of her eloquent sleep | X2 |
Unconscious of the power through which she wrought | S2 |
The woof of such intelligible thought | S2 |
As from the tranquil strength which cradled lay | I2 |
In her smile peopled rest my spirit sought | S2 |
Why the deceiver and the slave has sway | I2 |
O'er heralds so divine of truth's arising day | I2 |
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Within that fairest form the female mind | S2 |
Untainted by the poison clouds which rest | S2 |
On the dark world a sacred home did find | S2 |
But else from the wide earth's maternal breast | S2 |
Victorious Evil which had dispossessed | S2 |
All native power had those fair children torn | Y2 |
And made them slaves to soothe his vile unrest | S2 |
And minister to lust its joys forlorn | Y2 |
Till they had learned to breathe the atmosphere of scorn | Y2 |
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This misery was but coldly felt till she | E |
Became my only friend who had endued | S2 |
My purpose with a wider sympathy | E |
Thus Cythna mourned with me the servitude | S2 |
In which the half of humankind were mewed | S2 |
Victims of lust and hate the slaves of slaves | E |
She mourned that grace and power were thrown as food | S2 |
To the hyena lust who among graves | E |
Over his loathed meal laughing in agony raves | E |
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And I still gazing on that glorious child | S2 |
Even as these thoughts flushed o'er her 'Cythna sweet | S2 |
Well with the world art thou unreconciled | S2 |
Never will peace and human nature meet | S2 |
Till free and equal man and woman greet | S2 |
Domestic peace and ere this power can make | D3 |
In human hearts its calm and holy seat | S2 |
This slavery must be broken' as I spake | D3 |
From Cythna's eyes a light of exultation brake | D3 |
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She replied earnestly 'It shall be mine | Y2 |
This task mine Laon thou hast much to gain | Y2 |
Nor wilt thou at poor Cythna's pride repine | Y2 |
If she should lead a happy female train | Y2 |
To meet thee over the rejoicing plain | Y2 |
When myriads at thy call shall throng around | S2 |
The Golden City ' Then the child did strain | Y2 |
My arm upon her tremulous heart and wound | S2 |
Her own about my neck till some reply she found | S2 |
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I smiled and spake not 'Wherefore dost thou smile | E3 |
At what I say Laon I am not weak | F3 |
And though my cheek might become pale the while | E3 |
With thee if thou desirest will I seek | F3 |
Through their array of banded slaves to wreak | F3 |
Ruin upon the tyrants I had thought | S2 |
It was more hard to turn my unpractised cheek | F3 |
To scorn and shame and this beloved spot | S2 |
And thee O dearest friend to leave and murmur not | S2 |
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'Whence came I what I am Thou Laon knowest | S2 |
How a young child should thus undaunted be | E |
Methinks it is a power which thou bestowest | S2 |
Through which I seek by most resembling thee | E |
So to become most good and great and free | E |
Yet far beyond this Ocean's utmost roar | T |
In towers and huts are many like to me | E |
Who could they see thine eyes or feel such lore | T |
As I have learnt from them like me would fear no more | T |
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'Think'st thou that I shall speak unskilfully | E3 |
And none will heed me I remember now | Y2 |
How once a slave in tortures doomed to die | S2 |
Was saved because in accents sweet and low | E3 |
He sung a song his Judge loved long ago | E3 |
As he was led to death All shall relent | S2 |
Who hear me tears as mine have flowed shall flow | E3 |
Hearts beat as mine now beats with such intent | S2 |
As renovates the world a will omnipotent | S2 |
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'Yes I will tread Pride's golden palaces | E |
Through Penury's roofless huts and squalid cells | E |
Will I descend where'er in abjectness | E |
Woman with some vile slave her tyrant dwells | E |
There with the music of thine own sweet spells | E |
Will disenchant the captives and will pour | T |
For the despairing from the crystal wells | E |
Of thy deep spirit reason's mighty lore | T |
And power shall then abound and hope arise once more | T |
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'Can man be free if woman be a slave | G3 |
Chain one who lives and breathes this boundless air | A3 |
To the corruption of a closed grave | G3 |
Can they whose mates are beasts condemned to bear | A3 |
Scorn heavier far than toil or anguish dare | A3 |
To trample their oppressors in their home | J2 |
Among their babes thou knowest a curse would wear | A3 |
The shape of woman hoary Crime would come | H2 |
Behind and Fraud rebuild religion's tottering dome | J2 |
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'I am a child I would not yet depart | S2 |
When I go forth alone bearing the lamp | H3 |
Aloft which thou hast kindled in my heart | S2 |
Millions of slaves from many a dungeon damp | H3 |
Shall leap in joy as the benumbing cramp | H3 |
Of ages leaves their limbs no ill may harm | I3 |
Thy Cythna ever truth its radiant stamp | H3 |
Has fixed as an invulnerable charm | I3 |
Upon her children's brow dark Falsehood to disarm | I3 |
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'Wait yet awhile for the appointed day | S2 |
Thou wilt depart and I with tears shall stand | S2 |
Watching thy dim sail skirt the ocean gray | S2 |
Amid the dwellers of this lonely land | S2 |
I shall remain alone and thy command | S2 |
Shall then dissolve the world's unquiet trance | E |
And multitudinous as the desert sand | S2 |
Borne on the storm its millions shall advance | E |
Thronging round thee the light of their deliverance | E |
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'Then like the forests of some pathless mountain | Y2 |
Which from remotest glens two warring winds | E |
Involve in fire which not the loosened fountain | Y2 |
Of broadest floods might quench shall all the kinds | E |
Of evil catch from our uniting minds | E |
The spark which must consume them Cythna then | Y2 |
Will have cast off the impotence that binds | E |
Her childhood now and through the paths of men | Y2 |
Will pass as the charmed bird that haunts the serpent's den | Y2 |
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'We part O Laon I must dare nor tremble | E3 |
To meet those looks no more Oh heavy stroke | J3 |
Sweet brother of my soul can I dissemble | E3 |
The agony of this thought ' As thus she spoke | J3 |
The gathered sobs her quivering accents broke | J3 |
And in my arms she hid her beating breast | S2 |
I remained still for tears sudden she woke | J3 |
As one awakes from sleep and wildly pressed | S2 |
My bosom her whole frame impetuously possessed | S2 |
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'We part to meet again but yon blue waste | S2 |
Yon desert wide and deep holds no recess | E |
Within whose happy silence thus embraced | S2 |
We might survive all ills in one caress | E |
Nor doth the grave I fear 'tis passionless | E |
Nor yon cold vacant Heaven we meet again | Y2 |
Within the minds of men whose lips shall bless | E |
Our memory and whose hopes its light retain | Y2 |
When these dissevered bones are trodden in the plain ' | - |
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I could not speak though she had ceased for now | Y2 |
The fountains of her feeling swift and deep | X2 |
Seemed to suspend the tumult of their flow | E3 |
So we arose and by the starlight steep | X2 |
Went homeward neither did we speak nor weep | X2 |
But pale were calm with passion thus subdued | S2 |
Like evening shades that o'er the mountains creep | X2 |
We moved towards our home where in this mood | S2 |
Each from the other sought refuge in solitude | S2 |
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