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On a solemn day	A
I clomb the shining bulwark of the skies	B
Not by the beaten way	A
But climbing by a prayer	C
That like a golden thread hung by the giddy stair	C
Fleck'd on the immemorial blue	D
By the strong step stroke of the brave and few	D
Who stirr'd by echoes of far harmonies	E
Must either lay them down and die of love	F
Or dare	C
Those empyrean walls that mock their starward eyes	B
But midway in the dread emprize	B
The faint and fainter footsteps cease	B
And all my footing gone	G
Like one who gathers samphire I hold on	H
And in the swaying air look up and down	I
And up and down through answering vasts descry	C
Nor Earth nor Heaven	J
Above	F
The sheer eternal precipice below	K
The sheer eternal precipice	B
Then when I	L
Gigantic with my desperate agony	M
Felt even	N
The knotted grasp of bodily despair	C
Relaxing to let go	K
A mighty music like a wind of light	O
Blew from the imminent height	O
And caught me in its splendour and as flame	P
That flickers and again aspires	B
Rose in a moment thither whence it came	P
And I that thought me lost	Q
Pass'd to the top of all my dear desires	B
And stood among the everlasting host	R
Then turn'd I to a seraph whose swift hands	B
That lived angelic passion struck his soul	S
Upon a harp a seraph fair and strong	T
And faultless for his harp and for his throne	U
And yet among	V
The Strength and Beauty of the heavenly bands	B
No more to be remember'd than some one	J
Poor warrior when a king of many kings	B
Stamps on the fields and rears his glittering crop	W
Of standing steel and the vex'd spirit wings	B
Above the human harvest and in vain	X
Begins from morn till eve to sum the embattled plain	X
Or when	Y
After a day of peace sudden and late	Z
The beacon flashes and the war drums roll	S
And through the torches of the city gate	Z
All the long winter night a martial race	B
Streams to the nation's gathering place	B
And like as water drop to water drop	W
Pour on in changeless flood the innumerable men	Y
I turn'd and as from footing in mid seas	B
Looking o'er lessening waves thou may'st behold	A2
The round horizon of unshadow'd gold	A2
I standing on an amethyst look'd round	B2
The moving Heaven of Harpers throned and crown'd	B2
And said 'Was it from these	B
I heard the great sound ' And he said 'What sound '	C2
Then I grown bolder seeing I had thriven	Y
To win reply 'This that I hear from thee	M
This that everywhere I hear	C
Rolling a sea of choristry	C
Up and down the jewel of Heaven	Y
A sea which from thy seat of light	O
That seems more loud and bright	O
Because more near	C
To the white twinkle of yon furthest portal	D2
Swells up those circling shores of chrysolite	O
And like an odorous luminous mist doth leap the eternal walls	B
And falls	B
In wreaths of melody	O
Adown the azure mountain of the sky	L
And round its lower slopes bedew'd	O
Breathes lost beatitude	O
And far away	A
Low low below the last of all its lucent scarps	B
Sprinkles bewildering drops of immortality	O
O angel fair thou know'st what I would say	B
This sound of harpers that I hear	C
This sound of harpers harping on their harps '	C2
Then he bent his head	O
And shed a tear	C
And said	O
'I perceive thou art a mortal '	C2
Then I to him 'Not only O thou bright	O
Seraphic Pity to a mortal ear	C
These sacred sounds are dear	C
Or why withholdest not thy ceaseless hand	O
And why	L
Far as my dazzled eye	L
Can pierce the lustre of the radiant land	O
See I the rapt celestial auditory	O
Each while he blessed hears gives back his bliss	B
With never tiring touch from golden harps like this '	C2
Then he to me 'Oh wherefore hast thou trod	O
Beyond the limit of thine earthly lot	O
These that we bear	C
Within our hands are instruments of glory	O
Wherewith day without night	O
We make the glory of immortal light	O
In the eyes of God	O
As for the sound we hear it not	O
Yet speaking to thee child of ignorance	B
I do remember that I loved it once	B
In the sweet lower air '	C2
Yet he spake once more	C
'But thou return to the remember'd shore	C
Why shouldst thou leave thy nation	Y
Thy city and the house of all most dear	C
Do we not all dwell in eternity	O
For we have been as thou and thou	E2
Shalt be as we '	C2
And he lean'd and kiss d me	O
Saying 'But now	E2
Rejoice O child in other joys than mine	Y
Hear the dear music of thy mortal ear	C
While yet it is the time with thee	O
Nor make haste to thine exaltation	Y
Though our state be better than thine '	C2

Sydney Thompson Dobell

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