The Idols Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Luce intellettual piena d' amore | B |
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Prelude | C |
Lo the spirit of a pulsing star within a stone | D |
Born of earth sprung from night | E |
Prisoned with the profound fires of the light | E |
That lives like all the tongues of eloquence | F |
Locked in a speech unknown | D |
The crystal cold and hard as innocence | F |
Immures the flame and yet as if it knew | G |
Raptures or pangs it could not but betray | H |
As if the light could feel changes of blood and breath | I |
And all but human quiverings of the sense | J |
Throbs of a sudden rose a frosty blue | G |
Shoot thrilling in its ray | H |
Like the far longings of the intellect | K |
Restless in clouding clay | H |
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Who has confined the Light Who has held it a slave | L |
Sold and bought bought and sold | M |
Who has made of it a mystery to be doled | M |
Or trophy to awe with legendary fire | N |
Where regal banners wave | L |
And still into the dark it sends Desire | N |
In the heart's darkness it sows cruelties | O |
The bright jewel becomes a beacon to the vile | P |
A lodestar to corruption envy's own | D |
Soiled with blood fought for clutched at this world's prize | Q |
Captive Authority Oh the star is stone | D |
To all that outward sight | E |
Yet still like truth that none has ever used | R |
Lives lost in its own light | E |
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Troubled I fly O let me wander again at will | S |
Far from cries far from these | O |
Hard blindnesses and frozen certainties | O |
Where life proceeds in vastness unaware | T |
And stirs profound and still | S |
Where leafing thoughts at shy touch of the air | T |
Tremble and gleams come seeking to be mine | U |
Or dart like suddenly remembered youth | V |
Like the ache of love a light lost found and lost again | W |
Surely in the dusk some messenger was there | T |
But haunted in the heart I thirst I pine | U |
Oh how can truth be truth | V |
Except I taste it close and sweet and sharp | X |
As an apple to the tooth | V |
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I | Y |
On a starr'd a still mid night | E |
Lost I halted lost I gazed about | Z |
Great shapes of trees branched black into the sky | Y |
There was no way but wandered into doubt | Z |
There was no light | E |
In the uncertain desert of dim air | T |
But such as told me of all that was not I | Y |
Of powers absorbed intent and active without sound | A2 |
That rooted in their unimagined might | E |
Over me there ignoring towered and spread | B2 |
Homeless in my humanity and drowned | A2 |
In a dark world I listened all aware | T |
And that world drew me | C2 |
The shadowy crossing of the boughs above my head | B2 |
Enmeshed me as with undecipherable spells | D2 |
The silence laid invisible hands upon my heart | E2 |
And the Night knew me | C2 |
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She put not forth her full power well I knew | G |
She only toyed | F2 |
With reason used to sunshine flatteries | D2 |
The praise of happy senses trusted true | G |
And smile of stable Earth's affirming ease | D2 |
Yet even in this her ante room I felt | G2 |
Near me that void | F2 |
Without foundation roof or bound or end | H2 |
Where the eyes fast from their food the heavenly light | E |
The untallied senses falter being denied | I2 |
The mind into itself is pressed is penned | H2 |
Even memoried glories of experience melt | G2 |
Into one mapless eyeless elemental Night | E |
It was so near | J2 |
That like a swimmer toiled in a full streaming tide | I2 |
Drawing him unawares down the unsounded seas | D2 |
My soul sank into fear | J2 |
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O for one far beam of the absenting sun | K2 |
O for a voice to assure me and to release | D2 |
Out of this clutching silence There is none | K2 |
Shadow on shadow and stillness on stillness | D2 |
Enclose me and fasten round | A2 |
Is this a world which Day never has known | D |
A world made only of doubt and dream and dread | B2 |
Is this the interior Night of the dark human soul | L2 |
And the immaterial blackness branching from the ground | A2 |
A fearful forest that itself has sown | D |
Against the stars to tower | N |
Stars that dispense their faint uncertain dole | L2 |
Of light that darkness may the more abound | A2 |
Whither am I come Where have my wandered feet | M2 |
Brought me on circling steps led by what furtive power | N |
Alas in this dumb gloom wherein my spirit gropes | D2 |
Only myself I meet | M2 |
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Only myself but in what strange image | N2 |
Encountered and phantasmally surprised | O2 |
This thing of stealth that rises from the shrouds of sleep | P2 |
I know it I with shuddering guess presage | Q2 |
An enemy the native of the night | E |
That in me was disguised | O2 |
Hollow echoing caverns where blind rivers creep | P2 |
With soundless motion ice cold sudden breath | I |
Of climbing cloud at whose abstracting touch | R2 |
The upholding rock seems baseless as the mist | S2 |
Black silence in the eagle's captive stare | T |
Empty of all but the baulked lust of death | I |
Could not oppress so much | R2 |
Even that which in the dark brain says I am '' | - |
Desperate in its faltering to persist | S2 |
Flickers like an expiring lamp's last leap of flame | T2 |
To leave me I know not where | T |
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Let not the beautiful world perish and cease | D2 |
My heart cries freezing in its secret cells | D2 |
Let me not be extinguished in the abyss | D2 |
Losing the bless d touch and taste of things | D2 |
Earth's heaven of hues and smells | D2 |
I am so far from worlds where any fountain springs | D2 |
Sunken into this placeless dungeon dream | U2 |
That holds me without wall or roof or door | B |
The light is only legend I begin | V2 |
To give away my being like a stream | U2 |
Wandering among unshapen shapes that spin | V2 |
A world of unintelligible dread | B2 |
And this world seeks me for its own | D |
All is dissolved nothing has meaning more | B |
Each moment heaps an age of time above my head | B2 |
It is the very Mind of Darkness I am in | V2 |
Lost and alone alone | D |
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I | Y |
The Forests of the Night awaken blind in heat | M2 |
Of black stupor and stirring in its deep retreat | M2 |
I hear the heart of Darkness slowly beat and beat | M2 |
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As if Earth shrouded dense in gloom | W2 |
Shuddered in her guilty womb | W2 |
As if a power from under earth | X2 |
Would bring some monstrous spirit to birth | X2 |
As if a spirit ran pursued | C |
And sobbing through the shadowy wood | Y2 |
Ghostly throbs of sound begin | V2 |
To circle from the distance in | V2 |
A phantom beating dulled remote | Z2 |
With madness in its fever note | Z2 |
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I know not what about me or what above me oppresses | D2 |
The suffocating air but fear within me guesses | D2 |
A peopling of the caverned glooms miasma cold recesses | D2 |
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Leaves depending still still | S |
Bronzed to blackness spill | S |
Dead light from a sinking moon | A3 |
Wholly to be sunken soon | A3 |
Wandering down a desert coast | B3 |
At the horizon's end a lost | C3 |
Eternal exile from the Day | H |
Whence she stole a perished ray | H |
That falls from off those fingered fronds | D2 |
Black as vipers cold as bronze | D2 |
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O is it from my heart or from the darkness round | A2 |
The far reverberation the dull throb of sound | A2 |
A pulse a fearful pulse in air or underground | A2 |
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Closer quicker through the heat | M2 |
Drones insists the incessant beat | M2 |
Round in shuddering circle comes | D2 |
Beat on frenzied beat of drums | D2 |
Nearer in from every side | I2 |
Thudding madly multiplied | I2 |
To seize the heart and blind the brain | D3 |
With a monotone insane | D3 |
Terrible terrible in continuance | D2 |
It holds me fastened in a trance | D2 |
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O for a spirit that is not mine to bear | T |
This weight of the unfathomable night | E |
O for a spirit of more than mortal might | E |
To take upon him this my load | A |
Of infinitely wide world quivering fear | J2 |
O for a Demon or a God | E3 |
In saving presence to appear | J2 |
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What is it that my eyes amid the gloom divine | U |
There in the furtive filterings of the ghast moonshine | U |
What bodies sway and cry and to the ground incline | U |
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The fear that held me falls apart | E2 |
But leaves a horror in my heart | E2 |
Stony stony of blank stone | D |
Fixt on that secret altar throne | D |
Inhuman human Shape with hands on knees | D2 |
With remote stare that nothing nothing sees | D2 |
Yet is a magnet to a thousand eyes | D2 |
A thousand forms that crouch scenting the scent of blood | F3 |
Beat breasts and writhe before you with ejected cries | D2 |
Unbrothered beast abominable God | E3 |
Who made you and shaped you into more than breath | I |
Can give a will to What power drove the hand | G3 |
With terror strong as lust to shape you there | T |
Immovable as Death | I |
And carve the rock of darkness in the mind | H3 |
To horrible resemblance of my kind | H3 |
Lost Light sunken Light | E |
From what I am save me | C2 |
The fever beat of sound is in my veins | D2 |
I breathe the black blood smelling air | T |
The ecstasy of fear the blind throb in the breast | I3 |
I share it I must share | T |
It is not I I cry | Y |
Yet it is I | Y |
These are the powers that crave me | C2 |
This is the full dominion of the Night | E |
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The victims ah the victims shriek and die | Y |
And on them the eternal Idol stares | D2 |
But they have made him incense of their prayers | D2 |
Voluptuously have knelt before their own | D |
Black terror bodied into stone | D |
Not the expiring cry | Y |
So lacerates my mind while without end | H2 |
Through ages up the altar fumes ascend | H2 |
And fading into shadow from their bodies rent | J3 |
Stream spirits without number to conceive | K3 |
But this O victims this that you consent | J3 |
That you believe | K3 |
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They were all human My heart falters how | L3 |
That infinite bond refuse | D2 |
Like last reverberations of a bell | M3 |
That in their ebb and last expiry tell | M3 |
Of stupefying clamour when it heaved | N3 |
And shook its tower to the foundation now | L3 |
Whispers out of the dark accuse accuse | D2 |
I have consented I have believed | N3 |
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I | Y |
There is singing of brooks in the shadow and high in a stainless | D2 |
Solitude of the East | O3 |
Ineffable colour ascends like a spirit awaking | Y |
Slowly Earth is released | O3 |
It is dawn it is dawn the light is budding and breaking | Y |
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Earth is released flowing out from the void of the darkness | D2 |
Into body and bloom | W2 |
Flowing out from the nameless immensity night where she waited | F3 |
Myriad forms to resume | W2 |
Gloriously moulded as if in her freshness created | F3 |
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The lineaments of the hills serene in their order | N |
Arise and the trees | D2 |
With their motionless fountains of foliage perfect in slumber | N |
And by lovely degrees | D2 |
The blades of the grass re appear minute without number | N |
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The rounded rock glistens and warms where the water slips by it | P3 |
Familiar of old | M |
The tree stretches up to the air its intimate branches | D2 |
Bathing in gold | M |
And the dew dazzle colours in fire the lichen it blanches | D2 |
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Each is seen in its beauty of difference deeply companioned | M |
Leaf root and the stone | D |
And drawn by the light from their dream in earth's prison emerging | Y |
Distinct in their own | D |
Form from the formless a million natures are urging | Y |
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I see them I know them I name them I share in their being | Y |
I am not betrayed | M |
I feel in my fibre the touch of a spirit that knows me | C2 |
For this was I made | M |
In a world of delight and of wonder my senses enclose me | C2 |
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Whence come they the water brooks Out of the mountainous darkness | D2 |
Where no life is seen | Q3 |
From caverns of night are they come but because of their springing | Y |
Meadows laugh to be green | Q3 |
And hearing the voice of their carol the children go singing | Y |
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The children go singing they read in the books of the Light | M |
Things hidden from the sage | R3 |
Unschooled are their bodies that run like a ripple and fear not | M |
Coming of grief and age | R3 |
The sighs of the night the doubt in the shadow they hear not | M |
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Lo single mid grasses a flower upspringing before me | C2 |
In delicate poise | D2 |
Takes the light like a kiss from an innocent mouth as it quivers | D2 |
Confiding its joys | D2 |
To the air and my heart from its prison of self it delivers | D2 |
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I stand in the dew and the radiance my shadow behind me | C2 |
Lost out of thought | M |
The bright beams ascend and ascending from earth they uncover | N |
The secret they sought | M |
Enter me make me afresh O Light my lover | N |
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I | Y |
Why are these beams so twined with sweetness and with pain | D3 |
Injury and anger fear and all desire | N |
Whose purity should stream through pulse and brain | D3 |
Not thickened in dull fume or frayed with fire | N |
But absolute and whole | L2 |
Into the central soul | L2 |
Disclouded from those lures and all their train | D3 |
Knowing what is and is not white and bare | T |
As the bathed body quit of day's disguise | D2 |
But the only truth is coloured with the secret stain | D3 |
Of our mortality that unaware | T |
Infects the farthest vision of the eyes | D2 |
And region of invisible thought Vain vain | D3 |
That throbbing search The Light | M |
Is more profound more secret than the Night | M |
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Who has built an airy mansion for the unresting mind | M |
To inhabit and rejoicing contemplate | M |
A many pillared universe designed | M |
In order clear complete and intricate | M |
Intelligible wonder not | M |
Too vast to hold man's lot | M |
But he has waked on some malignant morn to find | M |
The certainty too certain to be true | G |
Distasted and that palace only a maze | D2 |
Wherein he wanders and is still confined | M |
The pillars of it fallen and no clue | G |
But through the ruin penetrates a blaze | D2 |
Of glory beyond glory and of light behind | M |
The light and the strength fails in him he knows | D2 |
Himself lost in a world that overflows | D2 |
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Yet no power stills the ache or stops the springing need | M |
The dark creative spiritual Desire | N |
Seizes upon his heart which holds that seed | M |
And straightway till the last of breath expire | S3 |
Like tool upon the wheel | T3 |
Sharpened the more to feel | T3 |
He counts all else waste honour wealth a weed | M |
The burden of the beauty is too great | M |
The eternal mystery in the heart a wound | M |
Until his vision in the end be freed | M |
Until he has spent his all to incarnate | M |
An airy spirit upon earthly ground | M |
Forms for a God to dwell in and exceed | M |
This fading flesh Alas from godlike shapes | D2 |
Some yet diviner essence still escapes | D2 |
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O that the form which once kindled to ecstasy | C2 |
The rapt gazer and freed him should become | U3 |
A cold thing to appraise with leisure's eye | Y |
A beauty disinherited and dumb | U3 |
Whither is the spirit flown | D |
From the forsaken stone | D |
That seemed our sunken selves to deify | Y |
O that the thought the word which into the heart leapt | M |
Pregnant with light and troubling even to tears | D2 |
Should fade and wither should grow old and dry | Y |
By repetition dulled upon the ears | D2 |
Like cheapened courtesies the lips accept | M |
And falsehood custom cares not to deny | Y |
A scumm'd and stirless pool a frozen rut | M |
A path deserted a door shut | M |
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But that the life should be less living than the dead | M |
This is the worst that perfect form and word | M |
Should perish of perfection yet be fed | M |
With incense still and duteously adored | M |
A name prostrate the throng | Y |
The presence moved among | Y |
Unrecognized neglected and forsaken bled | M |
Time's treachery sleeks and glozes to our use | D2 |
The bright eternal bareness dearer grows | D2 |
To mortals what is mortal comforted | M |
Mid alteration rather to keep truce | D2 |
With the ancestral darkness than oppose | D2 |
Too arduous scrutiny by dreams we are led | M |
Content to pleasure us our truth decays | D2 |
The God departs the Idol stays | D2 |
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II | Y |
I have heard voices under the early stars | D2 |
Where among hills the cold roads glimmer white | M |
Voices of shadows passing each to the other | N |
Clear in the airy stillness | D2 |
Call their familiar greeting and Good night | M |
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Were they not come as guests to a remembered room | W2 |
Those words surrounded by the befriending silence | D2 |
But words ah words who can tell what they are made of | V3 |
Or how inscrutably shaped to colour and bloom | W2 |
Sharp odours they breathe and bitter and sweet and strong | Y |
Born from exultation endurance and desire | N |
Flying from mind to mind to bud a thought again | W |
Spring and in endless birth their wizard power prolong | Y |
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There was a voice on a sun shafted stair | T |
That sang I heard it singing | Y |
The very trees seemed listening to their roots | D2 |
Out in the sunshine and like drops in light | M |
The words rained on the grasses greenly springing | Y |
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Ah lovely living words what have we done to you | G |
Each infant thought a soul exulting to be born | W3 |
Into a body a breath breathed from the lips a word | M |
Dancing tingling pulsing a body fresh as dew | G |
Once in the bonds of use manacled and confined | M |
How have we made you labour thinned from beauty and strength | X3 |
Dulled with our dullness starved to the apathy of a serf | Y3 |
Outcast in streets abandoned foundlings of the mind | M |
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Yet once in stillness of night's stillest hour | N |
Words from the page I read | M |
Rose like a spirit to embrace my spirit | M |
Their radiant secret shook me earth was new | G |
And I throbbed like one wakened from the dead | M |
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O swift words words like flames proud as a victor's eye | Y |
Words armed and terrible storming the heart sending | Y |
Waves of love and fear and accusation over | N |
Peoples kindling changing Alas but can you die | Y |
Hardened to wither round the thought wherein you grew | G |
Become as the blind leading with slow shuffle the blind | M |
Heavy like senseless stones the savage kneels before | B |
O shamed O victim words what have we done to you | G |
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II | Y |
The Presses are awake Under the midnight cloud | M |
Mid labyrinthine silence of the spectral streets | D2 |
Sound upon darkness beats | D2 |
A pulse quivering aloud | M |
Insanely as if a fever throbbed in stone | D |
As if a demon plied in palpitating gloom | W2 |
The hurry of his loom | W2 |
To weave that tissue white for an instant then | W |
Populated with words shadows of thought and act | M |
Death birth fear madness joy disaster packed | M |
Headlong into a medley a monotone | D |
Indifferently echoing alike | Y |
Laughter and the moan of men | W |
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In the avaricious gloom a secret Ear | Z3 |
Sucks with a whirlpool greed out of the skies | D2 |
Words voiceless words drawn in from far and near | J2 |
Bubble blown rumour whisperings like spies | D2 |
The knife stab in the night the fall of thrones | D2 |
Alarm of nations like a beating bell | M3 |
Jubilant feat and misery grey | H |
Caught from all corners of the air pell mell | M3 |
In a voice that no man owns | D2 |
That a multitude of brazen masks shall shout | M |
To the multitudes of Day | H |
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The few stars solitary in heights of night | M |
Thieved by the cloud shine and are dimmed again | W |
Though none puts out their light | M |
So solitary in the heart is pain | D3 |
Solitary the Dream | U2 |
Solitary the Vow solitary the Deed | M |
There is no room for these | D2 |
In that invisible cloud woven of things that seem | U2 |
Sure of accepting softness and the greed | M |
That it shall cling to and make cheaply wise | D2 |
An all uniting web of lies and of half lies | D2 |
And lying silences | D2 |
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Into my ear remote remote is blown | D |
Out of the darkness and across the seas | D2 |
Sound of a forest falling young bodies of trees | D2 |
One by one falling prone | D |
To be tamed to a helpless tissue and to feed | M |
The insatiate Presses' need | M |
Oh did they spring to scent the blue silence of air | T |
And sway slow to the wind launching the light winged birds | D2 |
Ghosts only are there | T |
The ghosts of trees that shoot no fresh leaf any more | B |
But drones of darkness in the midnight bear | T |
Black myriads of words | D2 |
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Invisibly the night thickens with words that glide | M |
Driven thronging on blind errands soon to fall | A4 |
Into a million minds and glorified | M |
To be their momentary oracle | B4 |
Glitter and then they are like the innumerable snow | C4 |
Chance timed indifferent random swift and slow | C4 |
That falls to a stillness out of whirling flurry | C2 |
And workers heavy eyed | M |
That under the chill cloud of morning hurry | C2 |
Muffled against the shiver in the blood | M |
Soil it at every stride | M |
Till each articulate crystal whiteness is confused | M |
And where the moment's wonder shone is mud | M |
Trodden stale and used | M |
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II | Y |
Hewn and heavy of granite hewn | A3 |
Heavy and hard the walls ascend | M |
Bare without measure to the eye | Y |
Indifferent to night or noon | A3 |
Over pavement they impend | M |
Locked impassive huge the Door | B |
Stands caverned in the midst on high | Y |
Ruled and squared the lintel stone | D |
Bears the carven Janitor | N |
Justice blind upon her throne | D |
Her no praying hands implore | B |
To her bound eyes no eyes plead | M |
Reason's idol calm she sits | D2 |
Weighing only the gross deed | M |
Scrupulous with mind unsoiled | M |
Not to know the thoughts that bleed | M |
In the dumb soul fluttering beating | Y |
Hither thither in its cage | R3 |
Of ancestral ignorance foiled | M |
Rushing blinded into rage | R3 |
And its own desire defeating | Y |
Behind the door within the wall | A4 |
Locked they sit the numbered ones | D2 |
Secret from each other all | A4 |
Lost to name like spectres passed | M |
From the region of the sun's | D2 |
Changeful glory on young limbs | D2 |
Free to dance and free to leap | P2 |
From the acted thought they fast | M |
Them a roof of silence dims | D2 |
The midnight stars move over them | D4 |
They move not but ruled times they keep | P2 |
With the shadows on the floor | B |
They are mortised in a scheme | U2 |
Where the walls and fastened door | B |
Built of words that are become | U3 |
Stones are like their spirits dumb | U3 |
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In ripened rustle of the corn | W3 |
The wind becomes a flowing flame | T2 |
As swift it curves and slow relents | D2 |
The body of a wave is born | W3 |
It passes whither No one knows | D2 |
But in the vision that consents | D2 |
It is the beauty it became | T2 |
The wind blows and the spirit blows | D2 |
No moment ever yet the same | T2 |
And fresher than a sparkling spring | Y |
The unrepeated beauty flows | D2 |
And in the child that claps his hands | D2 |
To see the daisy on the green | Q3 |
And in the young man where he stands | D2 |
Poised for the naked plunge and in | V2 |
The invisible bursting of the bud | M |
The leafing of the bough that sends | D2 |
Lightness like laughter through the blood | M |
Of dancing girls its wave is seen | Q3 |
It flows and sings and never ends | D2 |
And flowers trembling heavenly hues | D2 |
In a lonely mountain place | D2 |
And chiming water's liquid curve | E4 |
The torrent's white rock ruffled race | D2 |
Freed for splendour of its swerve | E4 |
And clouds that steal the solemn blues | D2 |
Of noon unregioned in their trace | D2 |
Or ghostly travellers invade | M |
The mountains they dissolve in dream | U2 |
And mazes of the stars that fade | M |
At dawn still moving lost in light | M |
All all the threads of music bind | M |
Together in the visioned mind | M |
Eternity has imaged them | D4 |
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O lovely is their secret Law | F4 |
Timing all their motions true | G |
They know it not yet they obey | H |
Without thought and without awe | G4 |
Of that fountain unaware | T |
Which they spring from and renew | G |
Finding out their missioned way | H |
Everywhere oh everywhere | T |
It is wild as a wild rose | D2 |
And fearful as the weltering wave | L |
It is courage to the brave | L |
Wisdom to the eye that knows | D2 |
But we have bound it as with cords | D2 |
We have built it into stone | D |
All its motions frozen stark | Y |
Round a hidden human moan | D |
We have made it old and dark | Y |
Out of maiming thought and fears | D2 |
And the things our fears forbid | M |
Out of self hurt and of rue | G |
We have built it into words | D2 |
And the words are stones We did | M |
What we could not help but do | G |
We the eternal Prisoners | D2 |
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Break the word and free the thought | M |
Break the thought and free the thing | Y |
But who in any net has caught | M |
The wind or in a sieve the spring | Y |
As soon shall he dissever these | D2 |
Through which the life blood single streams | D2 |
From germ unknown to fruit unguessed | M |
Nourished with wonder and with dreams | D2 |
In its deep essence unpossessed | M |
And smiling out of mysteries | D2 |
The flower is in the bud the bud | M |
Within the seed beneath the ground | M |
But all is flowing of one flood | M |
That is not seen that is not bound | M |
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This palace prison of the mind | M |
How in the youthful morn it glows | D2 |
Its windows flame with angel light | M |
Auroral flushes of the rose | D2 |
And all the airs of heaven invite | M |
With miracle of breathing blue | G |
And shifting glory of sun and showers | D2 |
To ecstasy and song and who | G |
Remembers how therein confined | M |
In sunken cells are captive powers | D2 |
Powers that a jailer fetters close | D2 |
With chains of the invisible hours | D2 |
To one another hardly known | D |
In furtive glimpse and each alone | D |
O marvel of the world O bright | M |
And luminous palace built to hold | M |
The light of heaven within its walls | D2 |
Precious with glory as of gold | M |
Why comes the night why comes the night | M |
When as about it the sky falls | D2 |
Filled with the dark it seems to stand | M |
A dark tower in a lonely land | M |
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II | Y |
In the wonder of dreams on a wave of the sky buoyed | M |
My body was the body of a wish the word of a thought | M |
Uttered whole from a throb of the heart in a cry's delight | M |
Never bird out of Africa beating a golden void | M |
Shifting the coloured regions that Spring has caught | M |
Pursued the desire of its being in flight | M |
Happier Time an idle ruin gleamed | M |
Where vision flamed or flowered or streamed | M |
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Slow slow the mind gropes back to curb and term | H4 |
Of this strange world to Time that's used and all | A4 |
The enclosing age descended ritual | B4 |
The invisible garment cobweb fine and firm | H4 |
Wherein the limbs move to the ancestral call | A4 |
And hands repeat what dead hands did before | B |
And the mind lingers as behind a door | B |
The hinted glory of liberty is fled | M |
And in its stead | M |
Is only the shadow of Man's ancient nurse | D2 |
Dear Custom at whose knees he learnt the ways | D2 |
Of his uncounted tribe schooled to rehearse | D2 |
Cruelty and folly and ere he comprehend | M |
Make these his virtue so to earn her praise | D2 |
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Massive as mountain to his childish gaze | D2 |
Is that unmoved authority of power | N |
His fibre trembles to offend | M |
And slow as the Earth is in her seasons she | C2 |
Befriends and punishes like sun and shower | N |
Well used to tears and the heart broken hour | N |
Smoulder of mutiny and anger tamed in the end | M |
Indulgent of a laughter brief as those | D2 |
For all come back at night fall to her knee | C2 |
When the old shadows descend | M |
With mutter upon her lips with eyes half blind | M |
Buried mysteries she knows | D2 |
With dark fountains of ignorance in her mind | M |
How wise she seems amassed in ancient certitudes | D2 |
Her silences how comfortably kind | M |
The human slowly grows | D2 |
Inhuman where she broods | D2 |
And if a solitary spirit would wrest | M |
His wrongs away from what so closely cleaves | D2 |
And break into the world that he believes | D2 |
Betrayers from within crying Traitor seek | Y |
To pull him back securely weak | Y |
In passiveness he sucked it from her breast | M |
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O away and away and afar from this alien home | I4 |
Where spirits are woven together in words of fear | J2 |
Released into innocence let me have being and breath | I |
But is it alone by mercy of dreams that I roam | I4 |
Liberated to joy's essential sphere | J2 |
In an antechamber of birth or beyond death | I |
All flushes around me and then dissolves away | H |
The heavenly dawning closes gray | H |
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II | Y |
Once only once never again never | N |
The idle curve my hand traces in air | T |
The first flush on the cloud lost in the morning's height | M |
Meeting of the eyes and tremble of delight | M |
Before the heart is aware | T |
Gone to return never again never | N |
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Futurity flows toward me all things come | U3 |
Smooth flowing and ere this pulse beat they are bound | M |
In fixity that no repenting power can free | C2 |
They are with Egypt and with Nineveh | J4 |
Cold as a grave in the ground | M |
And still undated all things toward me come | U3 |
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Why is all strange Why do I not grow used | M |
The ripple upon the stream that nothing stays | D2 |
The bough above in glory of warm light waving slow | C4 |
Trouble me enchant me as with the stream I flow | C4 |
Lost into the endless days | D2 |
Why is all strange Why do I not grow used | M |
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Eternity Where heard I that still word | M |
Like one that moving through a foreign street | M |
Has felt upon him bent from far some earnest look | Y |
Yet sees not whence and feigns that he mistook | Y |
I marvel at my own heart beat | M |
Eternity how learnt I that far word | M |
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III | Y |
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Not for pity and pardon for Judgment now I cry | Y |
To be seen that I may see known that I may know | C4 |
For this I cry | Y |
Dwelling among dear images dream created | M |
Flattered or daunted by a deluding mirror | N |
That is not I | Y |
O to taste the light as my body tastes the air | T |
Let fall defence cast off the obstinately excusing | Y |
Pleas and myself be my only vindication | K2 |
Nothing but this in the end can satisfy | Y |
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Why does this desire pursue me and so possess me | C2 |
Is not breath sweet and the young smile of the morning | Y |
Yet inly to know | C4 |
That I am bound in a net of minutes and of hours | D2 |
Inheriting bondages of habit and fear | J2 |
And ancient woe | C4 |
To be rooted so deep in lost ages of time | K4 |
With tendrils of hope and want and frail repining | Y |
The ignorant accomplice of purposes abhorred | M |
This thought is my companion and my foe | C4 |
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Sometimes to fly to some remoteness of the air | T |
To perceive with different senses a new body | C2 |
I pine and ache | L4 |
As on this bed of self whereon I am bound I toss | D2 |
Day and night filled with ineffectual longing | Y |
That bond to break | L4 |
O yet enslaved I know not to what I am enslaved | M |
Only this husk and shard of what I am this fond | M |
Dreamer of dreams eater and drinker of untruth | V |
This only I know and this cannot forsake | L4 |
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Wondrous glories crowd into the eye's treasure chamber | N |
Wondrous harmonies linger in the ear's recesses | D2 |
Stored for delight | M |
But beyond the ear's compass what modulations fine | U |
Tremble and what marvels unapprehended sparkle | B4 |
Beyond the sight | M |
Oh and beyond the mind's capacity of conceiving | Y |
Much less of measuring amplitudes of wisdom | U3 |
Fit to sustain eternal serenity and courage | N2 |
While we go clouded faltering finite | M |
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Were I stationed in the sun to behold the worlds | D2 |
Not nightly in declension but in dance triumphant | M |
And timeless rolled | M |
Had I the vision closed to the eye's horizon | K2 |
Labyrinths of an unimagined minuteness | D2 |
In the mind to hold | M |
Could I attain the greatest and assume the least | M |
Shrink to be a blade of the innumerable grass | D2 |
Soar eagle winged amid the altitudes of noontide | M |
Then might I measure and what I am behold | M |
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But rained over with riches of hours and moments | D2 |
Meshing me as a lily thick with honeyed light | M |
The drunken bee | C2 |
Intoxicated with wild sweetnesses of sense | D2 |
Fullness of the opened heart glory of earth and beauty | C2 |
Enamouring me | C2 |
Roofed in a den I am a poor captive rather | N |
Who sits in fetters eyeing the barred the precious blue | G |
Where high in the envied air a cloud lingers in light | M |
And wings fly whither they desire to be | C2 |
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Lying in the night I hear from graves unnumbered | M |
Under stars that have seen all history passing | Y |
The indignant cry | Y |
Must we only in effigy and phantom be remembered | M |
Malignly obscured or mocked with gilded pretences | D2 |
Wherefrom we fly | Y |
Will none unwind these cerements none lift up from us | D2 |
This load of false praise and false fortune's betrayal | B4 |
Let us be known in nakedness of our nature | N |
Deliver us from dominion of the lie | Y |
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As if they wandered in deserts and groped in caves | D2 |
I hear the exclaiming of disenchanted spirits | D2 |
In bitter lament | M |
Beholding the barren things for which they wasted | M |
The world the pitiable causes whereon their breath | I |
And blood were spent | M |
Was this the Light this little candle at noon This loathed | M |
Cruelty the righteousness for which they thirsted | M |
Sacrificing to invisible idols of the mind | M |
They see But who hears This world is content | M |
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Perfect Experience Is not the mind worthy | C2 |
This when for glimpses only and shining fragments | D2 |
The martyrs bled | M |
Majesty and splendour of overcoming vision | K2 |
Vision all judging certain and universal | B4 |
Not this I dread | M |
But to remain banished into a parcelled being | Y |
Eternized in all these faculties of error | N |
Better a perfect oblivion in Earth's vastness | D2 |
By that eternal ignorance comforted | M |
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Yet does my heart not cease from its supplication | K2 |
Yet I remember and cannot be satisfied | M |
By Time oppressed | M |
And as if summoned and drawn whither I know not | M |
Clinging into earth with strong fibres of nature | N |
In dark unrest | M |
I burn like a seed that in burial forgotten | K2 |
Pushes its hope up growing in blind affiance | D2 |
Toward the light shining over an unconceived world | M |
There to be lost illumined and released | M |
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III | Y |
In my dream there was a Door | B |
Dark on my musing path it stood | M |
Before me and straightway I knew | K2 |
The certainty ran through my blood | M |
That did I open and pass through | K2 |
I should know all for evermore | B |
Those slow hinges and that weight | M |
Relenting on them would unroll | B4 |
The hidden map of all my fate | M |
And all the world and the world's soul | B4 |
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Who has trembled not at doors | D2 |
Motionless they shake the heart | M |
Hope and menace on them hang | Y |
They are the closed lips' counterpart | M |
Wherein the sentence is concealed | M |
For leaping joy or lancing pang | Y |
Ah what answer will they yield | M |
Will it be barren as the shores | D2 |
That endless waves beat like a knell | B4 |
Slowly repeated to Time's end | M |
Or will it be the ineffable | B4 |
Still radiance that shall all amend | M |
Melting out Time's ancient stain | K2 |
Will they open on sunrise | D2 |
Everlasting or will they | H |
Close upon the light again | K2 |
Like eyelids closing over eyes | D2 |
That see for the last time the day | H |
Is it not by such ancient dread | M |
Inspired the warning doubt of what | M |
Our prospering spirits has full fed | M |
With certainties by hope begot | M |
That on his progress proud we raise | D2 |
For the returning conqueror | N |
The arch the immaterial door | B |
So he may pass amid the blaze | D2 |
And loud acclaim at glory's height | M |
Beneath a shadow of the night | M |
Where the hinted powers take toll | B4 |
Of what is mortal in the soul | B4 |
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O Door like sealed fatal decree | C2 |
Image of death image of birth | X2 |
Ever uncertain certainty | C2 |
O silence as of silent earth | X2 |
O silence into substance built | M |
O night projected into day | H |
O still unspoken Yea or Nay | H |
O brimming vessel still unspilt | H |
O end that meets us on the way | H |
What lies behind your blank accost | H |
Is it the treasure we have lost | H |
And laboured wearily to recover | N |
Or something that we never knew | K2 |
Another mind with other measures | D2 |
Laughing to scorn our pangs and pleasures | D2 |
Is it at last the only true | K2 |
The unknown Love the unknown Lover | N |
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With all my soul at earnest gaze | D2 |
Fixed upon that silent Door | B |
I stretched my hand the latch to raise | D2 |
I lifted up my hand and then | K2 |
Some power forbade me and I forbore | B |
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In the changes of my dream | U2 |
I was borne to a far place | D2 |
Empty and wide and all a gleam | U2 |
With sunlit quivering of the grass | D2 |
There rose before me vast and blind | H |
A towered prison walled and old | H |
It seemed a prison house so great | H |
It could have held all human kind | H |
In the midst there was a gate | H |
And as I dreamed my dream behold | H |
I saw the prisoners released | H |
The gates rolled back and forth they came | T2 |
Stumbling in the light that smote | H |
Full on them from the dazzling East | H |
Like knives it stabbed them like a flame | T2 |
It seared them with their hands they hid | H |
Their faces or as if by rote | H |
Stretched out vain arms to touch and feel | B4 |
Familiar walls closing around | H |
Then lacking fetters halted lame | T2 |
Waiting to do what they were bid | H |
Their helpless motions made as though | C4 |
They would run back or fall or kneel | B4 |
Or hide themselves beneath the ground | H |
This way and that they looked to go | C4 |
O never may I see again | K2 |
Such looks of blank and empty pain | K2 |
They were looks of men betrayed | H |
And of their naked souls afraid | H |
But some there were a few that stood | H |
And stretched their arms up to the sun | K2 |
As if the light streamed through their blood | H |
As if their breath was now begun | K2 |
As if their spirits till then had slept | H |
As if they never yet had known | K2 |
The world of life that was their own | K2 |
These it was not those who wept | H |
Was it for pity of all that sad | H |
Throng or the extreme joy they had | H |
O that on earth I could have sight | H |
Of those faces and that light | H |
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III | Y |
I am laid within a place of summer leaves | D2 |
Solid boles mount through foliage out of sight | H |
No shadow lacks some intimacy of light | H |
No penetrating radiance but receives | D2 |
Shadowy immersion Dream | U2 |
Is on me is on the hushed the thronged and drowsing glow | C4 |
Even the thoughts emerging from the mind | H |
Like voices in a sleeping city seem | U2 |
Reproved This is old Earth so old and kind | H |
That she is lenient in her overflow | C4 |
To all things human Why why tease the sense | D2 |
For a hope to a fear unmated | H |
Why rend the rich seam of experience | D2 |
Why toss upon thoughts frustrated | H |
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Each way appears a closing avenue | K2 |
Leading among warm scents I know not where | B |
But Whither is to the idle mind no care | B |
For always there is fragrance of some clue | K2 |
Neglected that might guide | H |
As in a trance the veiled soul to its unknown peace | D2 |
Peace such as comes like lips laid upon lips | D2 |
A brimmed oblivion of all else beside | H |
Like anchorage to tempest blinded ships | D2 |
When the thwart waves resign and the winds cease | D2 |
Earth with warm arms embrace me and let me feel | B4 |
Feel only a wonder working | Y |
Until the tender and still sense reveal | B4 |
The secrets round me lurking | Y |
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Now might you come back old divinities | D2 |
Earth born from cradling green and lost recess | D2 |
Serene in your unclouded nakedness | D2 |
To enrich the mirror of my musing eyes | D2 |
As fruit on the rough bough | L3 |
Globes itself the last golden glory of the tree | B |
Smooth from wild earth the human image rose | D2 |
And what diviner shape should hear the vow | L3 |
Of mortals or what else their secret knows | D2 |
Though past the ache of our mortality | B |
Shall I not sacrifice unrest and fume | W2 |
On an altar here secluded | H |
Let the vext mind re open like a bloom | W2 |
Upon which the light has brooded | H |
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Delay me from the sight that only sees | D2 |
Frost of a dawn disclosing the world bare | B |
And stript of splendour all things as they are | B |
When stiffened grasses and stark branches freeze | D2 |
And the mind shrinks apart | H |
With all the living colours famished out of it | H |
O kindly mediation interpose | D2 |
Images of those forms that hold the heart | H |
Warm wondrous forms whereinto the world flows | D2 |
To bloom and to perfect them O admit | H |
Certitude to obscurity awhile | B4 |
As cloud in the light suspended | H |
Gracious is Earth not far her secret smile | B4 |
And here is the soul befriended | H |
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Only such sorrow as lingered in the gaze | D2 |
Of Proserpine returning from the dark | Y |
Such tears as filled her listening to the lark | Y |
And looking on the flower that springs and sways | D2 |
All humanized for her | B |
As even the shadows were when she was throned in night | H |
No more than these to enhance the glowing day | H |
Shall enter where the green leaves are astir | B |
Shall I not be sufficed and charm away | H |
Perplexities to soft and shadowy flight | H |
Shall I not now O whence is this breath come | U3 |
Of Time in a stealing chillness | D2 |
Why cries my heart out Why are all things dumb | U3 |
And strange strange the stillness | D2 |
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III | Y |
Whisper to me whisper I have listened and have not heard | H |
Whisper to me you leaves have you not more to say | D2 |
Now at the ebb of the low evening ray | D2 |
Whisper some word left over from the day | D2 |
The one word the lost word | H |
So I cried and then was stilled | H |
For suddenly unsought unwilled | H |
I knew not how I knew not whence | D2 |
There came a lightening of the sense | D2 |
I found an answer from within | K2 |
That made me to the stars akin | K2 |
My pulse obeyed the lovely Law | B4 |
With ears I heard with eyes I saw | B4 |
And one leaf veined with green indwelling light | H |
Seemed the world's secret and absorbed me quite | H |
Eternity through a moment | H |
Sparkled I could not turn away my sight | H |
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What thing long contemplated alters not | H |
Its seeming substance as the deepening mind | H |
By contemplation passes out of thought | H |
Immenser worlds to find | H |
The Mother as she clasps her infant boy | M4 |
Bent over him with the deep looks of joy | M4 |
Becomes her own hope oh she stays | D2 |
Not with the idol of her gaze | D2 |
But she is gone beyond her farthest prayer | B |
And Time's last injury to meet him there | B |
All that distracts him from her bosom now | L3 |
White butterflies a waving bough | L3 |
Presages the usurping world she grows | D2 |
To something more than fear and hope forebode | H |
Wide as the sky He goes | D2 |
Out of her heart's possession | K2 |
Yet in her arms he lies that stranger and that God | H |
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Free on its wings the mind can hover worlds away | D2 |
To where the vast Atlantic stream | U2 |
Dwindles to a watery gleam | U2 |
And like a star in bright noonday | H |
The body's home is lost | H |
The mind can tell me that these mossed | H |
Gray boulders in green shadow deep | P2 |
Appearing sunk and socketed in sleep | P2 |
Beneath their image of repose | D2 |
Are all a dizzy motion whirled | H |
A streaming dust our sight so gross | D2 |
Confuses to a solid world | H |
Never mortal eye has seen | K2 |
Those minim motes no thought can lodge between | K2 |
So restless in their secret fever | B |
They dance invisibly for ever | B |
Alone the soul has knowledge of release | D2 |
Only in the soul is stillness | D2 |
Poised to receive a universe in peace | D2 |
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Only in the soul is stillness I remember an hour | B |
It was the May month and wild throats were singing | Y |
From bough to bough that breathed in bud and flower | B |
And the full grass was springing | Y |
Beneath an old gray tower | B |
I remember those blue scented airs | D2 |
And how I came at unawares | D2 |
Beside the daisied border of a mead | H |
Upon a pool so magically clear | B |
It made each coloured pebble and furry weed | H |
And star grained sand within its depth appear | B |
Like things of Paradise unearthly bright | H |
No surface seemed to intervene | K2 |
Fairy floor and eye between | K2 |
Save for a traceless quivering of the light | H |
Gentle as breathing sleep where stole | B4 |
Up from its pregnant darkness | D2 |
The living spring as private as the soul | B4 |
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Love from its inward well a secret wonder arising | Y |
Clear as the trembling water spring | Y |
A spirit that knows not anything | Y |
Simple in the world and nought despising | Y |
Changes all it meets the stone | K2 |
Becomes a gem the weed a rose | D2 |
But oh within itself it grows | D2 |
By all it touches all it makes its own | K2 |
Vast and multitudinous a Power | B |
To act to kindle and to dower | B |
In pain's and fear's despite | H |
With glory of unending light | H |
O fountain in my heart I feel you now | L3 |
Full and resistless so I nothing scorn | K2 |
How could I lose you how | L3 |
Ever for an hour forget you | K2 |
This is the world whereinto I was born | K2 |
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Why did I tread long roads seeking seeking in vain | K2 |
Why did I make lament of the dark night | H |
Why crouch with images of old affright | H |
Eternal Moment hold me again again | K2 |
Bathe me in wells of light | H |
It is now and it is here | B |
The something beyond all things dear | B |
The miracle that has no name | T2 |
When I am not then I am | N4 |
Having nothing I have all | B4 |
It was my hands that built my prison wall | B4 |
It was my thought that did my thought confine | K2 |
It was my heart refrained my heart from love | V3 |
Now I am stilled as in a gaze divine | K2 |
Now I flow upward from my secret well | B4 |
Now I behold what spirit I am of | V3 |
The Body is the Word nothing divides | D2 |
This blood and breath from thought ineffable | B4 |
Hold me Eternal Moment | H |
The Idols fade the God abides | D2 |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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