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Vast and mysterious brother ere was yet of me	A
So much as men may poise upon a needle's end	B
Still shook with laughter all this monstrous might of thee	A
And still with haughty crest it called the morning friend	B
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Thy latticed column jetted up the bright blue air	C
Tall as a mast it was and stronger than a tower	D
Three hundred winters had beheld thee mighty there	C
Before my little life had lived one little hour	D
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With rocky foot stern set like iron in the land	E
With leafy rustling crest the morning sows with pearls	F
Huge as a minster half in heaven men saw thee stand	E
Thy rugged girth the waists of fifty Eastern girls	F
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Knotted and warted slabbed and armoured like the hide	G
Of tropic elephant unstormable and steep	H
As some grim fortress with a princess pearl inside	G
Where savage guardian faces beard the bastioned keep	H
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So hard a rind old tree shielding so soft a heart	I
A woman's heart of tender little nestling leaves	J
Nor rind so hard but that a touch so soft can part	I
And Spring's first baby bud an easy passage cleaves	J
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I picture thee within with dainty satin sides	K
Where all the long day through the sleeping dryad dreams	L
But when the moon bends low and taps thee thrice she glides	K
Knowing the fairy knock to bask within her beams	L
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And all the long night through for him with eyes and ears	M
She sways within thine arms and sings a fairy tune	N
Till startled with the dawn she softly disappears	M
And sleeps and dreams again until the rising moon	N
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But with the peep of day great bands of heavenly birds	O
Fill all thy branchy chambers with a thousand flutes	P
And with the torrid noon stroll up the weary herds	O
To seek thy friendly shade and doze about thy roots	P
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Till with the setting sun they turn them once more home	Q
And ere the moon dawns for a brief enchanted space	R
Weary with million miles the sore spent star beams come	S
And moths and bats hold witches' sabbath in the place	R
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And then I picture thee some bloodstained Holyrood	I
Dread haunted palace of the bat and owl whence steal	T
Shrouded all day lost murdered spirits of the wood	I
And fright young happy nests with homeless hoot and squeal	T
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Then maybe dangling from thy gloomy gallows boughs	U
A human corpse swings mournful rattling bones and chains	V
His eighteenth century flesh hath fattened nineteenth century cows	U
Ghastly Aeolian harp fingered of winds and rains	V
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Poor Rizpah comes to reap each newly fallen bone	W
That once thrilled soft a little limb within her womb	X
And mark yon alchemist with zodiac spangled zone	W
Wrenching the mandrake root that fattens in the gloom	X
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So rounds thy day from maiden morn to haunted night	I
From larks and sunlit dreams to owl and gibbering ghost	I
A catacomb of dark a maze of living light	I
To the wide sea of air a green and welcome coast	I
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I seek a god old tree accept my worship thou	Y
All other gods have failed me always in my need	I
I hang my votive song beneath thy temple bough	Y
Unto thy strength I cry Old monster be my creed	I
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Give me to clasp this earth with feeding roots like thine	Z
To mount yon heaven with such star aspiring head	I
Fill full with sap and buds this shrunken life of mine	Z
And from my boughs oh might such stalwart sons be shed	I
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With loving cheek pressed close against thy horny breast	I
I hear the roar of sap mounting within thy veins	V
Tingling with buds thy great hands open towards the west	I
To catch the sweetheart winds that bring the sister rains	V
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O winds that blow from out the fruitful mouth of God	I
O rains that softly fall from His all loving eyes	A2
You that bring buds to trees and daisies to the sod	I
O God's best Angel of the Spring in me arise	A2

Richard Le Gallienne

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