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High on his Patmos of the Southern Seas	A
Our northern dreamer sleeps	B
Strange stars above him and above his grave	C
Strange leaves and wings their tropic splendours wave	C
While far beneath mile after shimmering mile	D
The great Pacific with its faery deeps	B
Smiles all day long its silken secret smile	D
	-
Son of a race nomadic finding still	E
Its home in regions furthest from its home	F
Ranging untired the borders of the world	G
And resting but to roam	F
Loved of his land and making all his boast	H
The birthright of the blood from which he came	I
Heir to those lights that guard the Scottish coast	H
And caring only for a filial fame	I
Proud if a poet he was Scotsman most	H
And bore a Scottish name	I
	-
Death that long sought our poet finds at last	J
Death that pursued him over land and sea	B
Not his the flight of fear the heart aghast	J
With stony dread of immortality	B
He fled 'not cowardly'	E
Fled as some captain in whose shaping hand	K
Lie the momentous fortunes of his land	K
Sheds not vainglorious blood upon the field	L
Death why at last he finds his treasure isle	E
And he the pirate of its hidden hoard	M
Life 'twas the ship he sailed to seek it in	N
And Death is but the pilot come aboard	M
Methinks I see him smile a boy's glad smile	E
On maddened winds and waters reefs unknown	O
As thunders in the sail the dread typhoon	P
And in the surf the shuddering timbers groan	O
Horror ahead and Death beside the wheel	E
Then spreading stillness of the broad lagoon	P
And lap of waters round the resting keel	E
	-
Strange Isle of Voices must we ask in vain	Q
In vain beseech and win no answering word	R
Save mocking echoes of our lonely pain	Q
From lonely hill and bird	R
Island beneath whose unrelenting coast	H
As though it never in the sun had been	N
The whole world's treasure lieth sunk and lost	S
Unsunned unseen	T
For either sunk beyond the diver's skill	E
There fathoms deep our gold is all arust	S
Or in that island it is hoarded still	E
Yea some have said within thy dreadful wall	E
There is a folk that know not death at all	E
The loved we lost the lost we love are there	U
Will no kind voice make answer to our cry	V
Give to our aching hearts some little trust	S
Show how 'tis good to live but best to die	V
Some voice that knows	B
Whither the dead man goes	B
We hear his music from the other side	S
Maybe a little tapping on the door	W
A something called a something sighed	S
No more	W
O for some voice to valiantly declare	U
The best news true	X
Then Happy Island of the Happy Dead	S
How gladly would we spread	S
Impatient sail for you	X
	-
O vanished loveliness of flowers and faces	B
Treasure of hair and great immortal eyes	B
Are there for these no safe and secret places	B
And is it true that beauty never dies	B
Soldiers and saints haughty and lovely names	B
Women who set the whole wide world in flames	B
Poets who sang their passion to the skies	B
And lovers wild and wise	B
Fought they and prayed for some poor flitting gleam	Y
Was all they loved and worshipped but a dream	Y
Is Love a lie and fame indeed a breath	Z
And is there no sure thing in life but death	Z
Or may it be within that guarded shore	W
He meets Her now whom I shall meet no more	W
Till kind Death fold me 'neath his shadowy wing	A2
She whom within my heart I softly tell	E
That he is dead whom once we loved so well	E
He the immortal master whom I sing	A2
	-
Immortal yea dare we the word again	B2
If aught remaineth of our mortal day	S
That which is written shall it not remain	Q
That which is sung is it not built for aye	V
Faces must fade for all their golden looks	B
Unless some poet them eternalise	B
Make live those golden looks in golden books	B
Death soon or late will quench the brightest eyes	B
'Tis only what is written never dies	B
Yea memories that guard like sacred gold	S
Some sainted face they also must grow old	S
Pass and forget and think or darest thou not	S
On all the beauty that is quite forgot	S
	-
Strange craft of words strange magic of the pen	B2
Whereby the dead still talk with living men	B2
Whereby a sentence in its trivial scope	C2
May centre all we love and all we hope	C2
And in a couplet like a rosebud furled	S
Lie all the wistful wonder of the world	S
	-
Old are the stars and yet they still endure	D2
Old are the flowers yet never fail the spring	A2
Why is the song that is so old so new	X
Known and yet strange each sweet small shape and hue	X
How may a poet thus for ever sing	A2
Thus build his climbing music sweet and sure	D2
As builds in stars and flowers the Eternal mind	S
Ah Poet that is yours to seek and find	S
Yea yours that magisterial skill whereby	V
God put all Heaven in a woman's eye	V
Nature's own mighty and mysterious art	S
That knows to pack the whole within the part	S
The shell that hums the music of the sea	B
The little word big with Eternity	B
The cosmic rhythm in microcosmic things	B
One song the lark and one the planet sings	B
One kind heart beating warm in bird and tree	B
To hear it beat who knew so well as he	B
	-
Virgil of prose far distant is the day	S
When at the mention of your heartfelt name	I
Shall shake the head and men oblivious say	S
'We know him not this master nor his fame '	-
Not for so swift forgetfulness you wrought	S
Day upon day with rapt fastidious pen	B2
Turning like precious stones with anxious thought	S
This word and that again and yet again	B2
Seeking to match its meaning with the world	S
Nor to the morning stars gave ears attent	S
That you indeed might ever dare to be	B
With other praise than immortality	B
Unworthily content	S
	-
Not while a boy still whistles on the earth	E2
Not while a single human heart beats true	X
Not while Love lasts and Honour and the Brave	C
Has earth a grave	C
O well beloved for you	X

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