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Recite the loves of Narva and Mored	A
The priest of Chalma's triple idol said	A
High from the ground the youthful warriors sprung	B
Loud on the concave shell the lances rung	B
In all the mystic mazes of the dance	C
The youths of Banny's burning sands advance	C
Whilst the soft virgin panting looks behind	A
And rides upon the pinions of the wind	A
Ascends the mountain's brow and measures round	A
The steepy cliffs of Chalma's sacred ground	A
Chalma the god whose noisy thunders fly	D
Thro' the dark covering of the midnight sky	D
Whose arm directs the close embattled host	A
And sinks the labouring vessels on the coast	A
Chalma whose excellence is known from far	E
From Lupa's rocky hill to Calabar	E
The guardian god of Afric and the isles	F
Where nature in her strongest vigour smiles	F
Where the blue blossom of the forky thorn	G
Bends with the nectar of the op'ning morn	G
Where ginger's aromatic matted root	A
Creep through the mead and up the mountains shoot	A
Three times the virgin swimming on the breeze	H
Danc'd in the shadow of the mystic trees	H
When like a dark cloud spreading to the view	I
The first born sons of war and blood pursue	I
Swift as the elk they pour along the plain	J
Swift as the flying clouds distilling rain	J
Swift as the boundings of the youthful row	E
They course around and lengthen as they go	E
Like the long chain of rocks whose summits rise	K
Far in the sacred regions of the skies	K
Upon whose top the black'ning tempest lours	K
Whilst down its side the gushing torrent pours	K
Like the long cliffy mountains which extend	A
From Lorbar's cave to where the nations end	A
Which sink in darkness thick'ning and obscure	E
Impenetrable mystic and impure	E
The flying terrors of the war advance	K
And round the sacred oak repeat the dance	K
Furious they twist around the gloomy trees	K
Like leaves in autumn twirling with the breeze	K
So when the splendor of the dying day	A
Darts the red lustre of the watery way	A
Sudden beneath Toddida's whistling brink	L
The circling billows in wild eddies sink	L
Whirl furious round and the loud bursting wave	M
Sinks down to Chalma's sacerdotal cave	M
Explores the palaces on Zira's coast	A
Where howls the war song of the chieftain's ghost	A
Where the artificer in realms below	E
Gilds the rich lance or beautifies the bow	N
From the young palm tree spins the useful twine	O
Or makes the teeth of elephants divine	O
Where the pale children of the feeble sun	P
In search of gold thro' every climate run	P
From burning heat to freezing torments go	E
And live in all vicissitudes of woe	E
Like the loud eddies of Toddida's sea	K
The warriors circle the mysterious tree	K
'Till spent with exercise they spread around	A
Upon the op'ning blossoms of the ground	A
The priestess rising sings the sacred tale	Q
And the loud chorus echoes thro' the dale	Q
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Priestess	K
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Far from the burning sands of Calabar	K
Far from the lustre of the morning star	K
Far from the pleasure of the holy morn	G
Far from the blessedness of Chalma's horn	G
Now rests the souls of Narva and Mored	A
Laid in the dust and number'd with the dead	A
Dear are their memories to us and long	R
Long shall their attributes be known in song	R
Their lives were transient as the meadow flow'r	K
Ripen'd in ages wither'd in an hour	K
Chalma reward them in his gloomy cave	M
And open all the prisons of the grave	M
Bred to the service of the godhead's throne	S
And living but to serve his God alone	S
Narva was beauteous as the opening day	A
When on the spangling waves the sunbeams play	A
When the mackaw ascending to the sky	D
Views the bright splendour with a steady eye	D
Tall as the house of Chalma's dark retreat	A
Compact and firm as Rhadal Ynca's fleet	A
Completely beauteous as a summer's sun	P
Was Narva by his excellence undone	P
Where the soft Togla creeps along the meads	K
Thro' scented Calamus and fragrant reeds	K
Where the sweet Zinsa spreads its matted bed	A
Liv'd the still sweeter flower the young Mored	A
Black was her face as Togla's hidden cell	T
Soft as the moss where hissing adders dwell	T
As to the sacred court she brought a fawn	U
The sportive tenant of the spicy lawn	U
She saw and loved and Narva too forgot	A
His sacred vestment and his mystic lot	A
Long had the mutual sigh the mutual tear	K
Burst from the breast and scorn'd confinement there	K
Existence was a torment O my breast	A
Can I find accents to unfold the rest	A
Lock'd in each others arms from Hyga's cave	M
They plung'd relentless to a wat'ry grave	M
And falling murmured to the powers above	V
Gods take our lives unless we live to love	V

Thomas Chatterton

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