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I	A
Gentle as fine rain falling from the night	B
The first beams from the Indian moon at full	C
Steal through the boughs and brighter and more bright	B
Glide like a breath a fragrance visible	D
Asoka round him sees	E
The gloom ebb into glories half espied	B
Of glimmering bowers through wavering traceries	E
Pale as a rose by magical degrees	E
Opening the air breaks into beauty wide	B
And yields a mystic sweet	B
And shapes of leaves shadow the pathway side	B
Around Asoka's feet	B
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O happy prince From his own court he steals	E
Weary of words is he weary of throngs	E
How this wide ecstasy of stillness heals	E
His heart of flatteries and the tale of wrongs	E
Unseen he climbs the hill	F
Unheard he brushes with his cloak the dew	B
While the young moonbeams every hollow fill	F
With hovering flowers so gradual and so still	F
As if a joy brimmed where that radiance grew	B
Discovering pale gold	B
Of spikenard balls and champak buds that new	B
Upon the air unfold	B
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He gains the ridge Wide open rolls the night	B
Airs from an infinite horizon blow	G
Down holy Ganges floating vast and bright	B
Through old Magadha's forests Far below	G
He hears the cool wave fret	B
On rocky islands soft as moths asleep	H
Come moonlit sails there on a parapet	B
Of ruined marble where the moss gleams wet	B
And from black cedars a lone peacock cries	E
Uncloaking rests Asoka bathing deep	H
In silence and his eyes	E
Of his own realm the wondrous prospect reap	H
At last aloud he sighs	E
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II	A
How ennobling it is to taste	B
Of the breath of a living power	I
The shepherd boy on the waste	B
Whose converse hour by hour	I
Is alone with the stars and the sun	J
His days are glorified	B
And the steersman floating on	K
Down this great Ganges tide	B
He is blest to be companion of the might	B
Of waters and unwearied winds that run	J
With him by day by night	B
He knows not whence they come but they his path provide	B
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But O more noble far	L
From the heart of power to proceed	B
As the beam flows forth from the star	L
As the flower unfolds on the reed	B
It is not we that are strong	M
But the cause the divine desire	I
The longing wherewith we long	M
O flame far springing from the eternal fire	I
Feed feed upon my heart till thou consume	N
These bonds that do me wrong	M
Of time and chance and doom	N
And I into thy radiance grow and glow entire	I
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For he who his own strength trusts	E
And by violence hungers to tame	O
Men and the earth to his lusts	E
Though mighty he falls in shame	O
As a great fell tiger whose sound	B
The small beasts quake to hear	P
When he stretches his throat to the shuddering ground	B
And roars for blood yet a trembling deer	Q
Brings him at last to his end	B
In a winter torrent falls his murderous bound	B
His raging claws the unheeding waters rend	B
Down crags they toss him sheer	Q
With sheep ignobly drowned	B
And his fierce heart is burst with fury of its fear	Q
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III	A
Not so ye deal	R
Immortal Powers with him	S
Who in his weak hour hath made haste to kneel	R
Where your divine springs out of mystery brim	S
And carries thence through the world's uproar rude	B
A clear eyed fortitude	B
As the poor diver on the Arabian strand	B
From the scorched rocky ledges plunging deep	H
Glides down the rough dark brine with questing hand	B
Until he feels upleap	H
Founts of fresh water and his goatskin swells	E
And bears him upward on those buoyant wells	E
Back with a cool boon for his thirsting land	B
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I also thirst	B
O living springs for you	B
Would that I might drink now as when at first	B
Life shone about me glorious and all true	B
And I abounded in your strength indeed	B
Which now I sorely need	B
You have not failed 'tis I Yet this abhorred	B
Necessity to hate and to despise	E
'Twas not for this my youthful longing soared	B
Not thus would I grow wise	E
Keep my heart tender still that still is set	B
To love without foreboding or regret	B
Even as this tender moonlight is outpoured	B
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Now now even now	T
Sleep doth the sad world take	U
To peace it knows not Radiant Sleep wilt thou	T
Unveil thy wonder for me too who wake	U
O my soul melts into immensity	B
And yet 'tis I 'tis I	A
A wave upon a silent ocean thrilled	B
Up from its deepest deeps without a sound	B
Without a shore to break on or a bound	B
Until the world be filled	B
O mystery of peace O more profound	B
Than pain or joy upbuoy me on thy power	I
Stay stay ador d hour	I
I am lost I am found again	V
My soul is as a fountain springing in the rain ''	-
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Long long upon that cedarn shadowed height	B
Musing Asoka mingled with the night	B
At last the moon sank o'er the forest wide	B
Within his soul those fountains welled no more	W
Yet breathed a balm still fresh as fallen dew	B
The mist coiled upward over Ganges shore	W
And he arose and sighed	B
And gathered his cloak round him and anew	B
Threaded the deep woods to his palace door	W

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