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I	A
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I hear a voice perchance I heard	B
Long ago but all too low	C
So that scarce a care it stirred	B
If the voice was real or no	C
I heard it in my youth when first	D
The waters of my life outburst	D
But now their stream ebbs faint I hear	E
That voice still low but fatal clear	F
As if all Poets God ever meant	G
Should save the world and therefore lent	G
Great gifts to but who proud refused	H
To do His work or lightly used	H
Those gifts or failed through weak endeavour	I
So mourn cast off by Him for ever	I
As if these leaned in airy ring	J
To take me this the song they sing	J
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'Lost lost yet come	K
With our wan troop make thy home	L
Come come for we	M
Will not breathe so much as breathe	N
Reproach to thee	M
Knowing what thou sink'st beneath	O
So sank we in those old years	P
We who bid thee come thou last	Q
Who living yet hast life o'erpast	Q
And altogether we thy peers	P
Will pardon ask for thee the last	Q
Whose trial is done whose lot is cast	Q
With those who watch but work no more	R
Who gaze on life but live no more	R
Yet we trusted thou shouldst speak	S
The message which our lips too weak	S
Refused to utter shouldst redeem	T
Our fault such trust and all a dream	T
Yet we chose thee a birthplace	U
Where the richness ran to flowers	V
Couldst not sing one song for grace	U
Not make one blossom man's and ours	V
Must one more recreant to his race	U
Die with unexerted powers	V
And join us leaving as he found	Q
The world he was to loosen bound	Q
Anguish ever and for ever	I
Still beginning ending never	I
Yet lost and last one come	K
How couldst understand alas	W
What our pale ghosts strove to say	X
As their shades did glance and pass	W
Before thee night and day	X
Thou wast blind as we were dumb	K
Once more therefore come O come	K
How shall we clothe how arm the spirit	Q
Who next shall thy post of life inherit	Q
How guard him from thy speedy ruin	Y
Tell us of thy sad undoing	J
Here where we sit ever pursuing	J
Our weary task ever renewing	J
Sharp sorrow far from God who gave	Z
Our powers and man they could not save '	-
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II	A
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Heap cassia sandal buds and stripes	A2
Of labdanum and aloe balls	B2
Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes	A2
From out her hair such balsam falls	B2
Down seaside mountain pedestals	C2
From tree tops where tired winds are fain	D2
Spent with the vast and howling main	D2
To treasure half their island gain	D2
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And strew faint sweetness from some old	Q
Egyptian's fine worm eaten shroud	Q
Which breaks to dust when once unrolled	Q
Or shredded perfume like a cloud	Q
From closet long to quiet vowed	Q
With mothed and dropping arras hung	E2
Mouldering her lute and books among	E2
As when a queen long dead was young	E2
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III	A
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Over the sea our galleys went	Q
With cleaving prows in order brave	Z
To a speeding wind and a bounding wave	Z
A gallant armament	Q
Each bark built out of a forest tree	M
Left leafy and rough as first it grew	F2
And nailed all over the gaping sides	G2
Within and without with black bull hides	G2
Seethed in fat and suppled in flame	H2
To bear the playful billows' game	H2
So each good ship was rude to see	M
Rude and bare to the outward view	F2
But each upbore a stately tent	Q
Where cedar pales in scented row	C
Kept out the flakes of the dancing brine	I2
And an awning drooped the mast below	C
In fold on fold of the purple fine	I2
That neither noontide nor star shine	I2
Nor moonlight cold which maketh mad	Q
Might pierce the regal tenement	Q
When the sun dawned oh gay and glad	Q
We set the sail and plied the oar	R
But when the night wind blew like breath	J2
For joy of one day's voyage more	R
We sang together on the wide sea	M
Like men at peace on a peaceful shore	R
Each sail was loosed to the wind so free	M
Each helm made sure by the twilight star	K2
And in a sleep as calm as death	J2
We the voyagers from afar	K2
Lay stretched along each weary crew	F2
In a circle round its wondrous tent	Q
Whence gleamed soft light and curled rich scent	Q
And with light and perfume music too	F2
So the stars wheeled round and the darkness past	Q
And at morn we started beside the mast	Q
And still each ship was sailing fast	Q
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Now one morn land appeared a speck	L2
Dim trembling betwixt sea and sky	A
'Avoid it ' cried our pilot 'check	A
The shout restrain the eager eye '	-
But the heaving sea was black behind	Q
For many a night and many a day	Q
And land though but a rock drew nigh	A
So we broke the cedar pales away	Q
Let the purple awning flap in the wind	Q
And a statue bright was on every deck	A
We shouted every man of us	M2
And steered right into the harbour thus	M2
With pomp and paean glorious	M2
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A hundred shapes of lucid stone	N2
All day we built its shrine for each	O2
A shrine of rock for every one	Y
Nor paused we till in the westering sun	Y
We sat together on the beach	O2
To sing because our task was done	Y
When lo what shouts and merry songs	P2
What laughter all the distance stirs	V
A loaded raft with happy throngs	P2
Of gentle islanders	V
'Our isles are just at hand ' they cried	Q
'Like cloudlets faint in even sleeping	A
Our temple gates are opened wide	Q
Our olive groves thick shade are keeping	A
For these majestic forms' they cried	Q
Oh then we awoke with sudden start	Q
From our deep dream and knew too late	Q
How bare the rock how desolate	Q
Which had received our precious freight	Q
Yet we called out 'Depart	Q
Our gifts once given must here abide	Q
Our work is done we have no heart	Q
To mar our work ' we cried	Q

Robert Browning

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