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Complacencies of the peignoir and late	B
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair	C
And the green freedom of a cockatoo	D
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate	B
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice	E
She dreams a little and she feels the dark	F
Encroachment of that old catastrophe	G
As a calm darkens among water lights	H
The pungent oranges and bright green wings	I
Seem things in some procession of the dead	J
Winding across wide water without sound	K
The day is like wide water without sound	K
Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet	L
Over the seas to silent Palestine	M
Dominion of the blood and sepulchre	C
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Why should she give her bounty to the dead	J
What is divinity if it can come	N
Only in silent shadows and in dreams	O
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun	P
In pungent fruit and bright green wings or else	Q
In any balm or beauty of the earth	R
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven	P
Divinity must live within herself	S
Passions of rain or moods in falling snow	T
Grievings in loneliness or unsubdued	J
Elations when the forest blooms gusty	J
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights	H
All pleasures and all pains remembering	U
The bough of summer and the winter branch	V
These are the measure destined for her soul	W
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Jove in the clouds had his inhuman birth	R
No mother suckled him no sweet land gave	X
Large mannered motions to his mythy mind	J
He moved among us as a muttering king	U
Magnificent would move among his hinds	Y
Until our blood commingling virginal	Z
With heaven brought such requital to desire	C
The very hinds discerned it in a star	C
Shall our blood fail Or shall it come to be	J
The blood of paradise And shall the earth	R
Seem all of paradise that we shall know	T
The sky will be much friendlier then than now	A2
A part of labor and a part of pain	B2
And next in glory to enduring love	C2
Not this dividing and indifferent blue	D
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She says I am content when wakened birds	D2
Before they fly test the reality	J
Of misty fields by their sweet questionings	I
But when the birds are gone and their warm fields	E2
Return no more where then is paradise	E
There is not any haunt of prophecy	J
Nor any old chimera of the grave	X
Neither the golden underground nor isle	F2
Melodious where spirits gat them home	G2
Nor visionary south nor cloudy palm	H2
Remote on heaven's hill that has endured	J
As April's green endures or will endure	C
Like her remembrance of awakened birds	D2
Or her desire for June and evening tipped	J
By the consummation of the swallow's wings	I
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She says But in contentment I still feel	I2
The need of some imperishable bliss	J2
Death is the mother of beauty hence from her	C
Alone shall come fulfillment to our dreams	O
And our desires Although she strews the leaves	K2
Of sure obliteration on our paths	L2
The path sick sorrow took the many paths	L2
Where triumph rang its brassy phrase or love	C2
Whispered a little out of tenderness	M2
She makes the willow shiver in the sun	P
For maidens who were wont to sit and gaze	N2
Upon the grass relinquished to their feet	J
She causes boys to pile new plums and pears	O2
On disregarded plate The maidens taste	J
And stray impassioned in the littering leaves	K2
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Is there no change of death in paradise	E
Does ripe fruit never fall Or do the boughs	P2
Hang always heavy in that perfect sky	Q2
Unchanging yet so like our perishing earth	R
With rivers like our own that seek for seas	R2
They never find the same receding shores	S2
That never touch with inarticulate pang	T2
Why set pear upon those river banks	U2
Or spice the shores with odors of the plum	N
Alas that they should wear our colors there	C
The silken weavings of our afternoons	V2
And pick the strings of our insipid lutes	W2
Death is the mother of beauty mystical	Z
Within whose burning bosom we devise	X2
Our earthly mothers waiting sleeplessly	Z
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Supple and turbulent a ring of men	Y2
Shall chant in orgy on a summer morn	Z2
Their boisterous devotion to the sun	P
Not as a god but as a god might be	J
Naked among them like a savage source	A3
Their chant shall be a chant of paradise	E
Out of their blood returning to the sky	Q2
And in their chant shall enter voice by voice	B3
The windy lake wherein their lord delights	H
The trees like serafin and echoing hills	C3
That choir among themselves long afterward	J
They shall know well the heavenly fellowship	D3
Of men that perish and of summer morn	Z2
And whence they came and whither they shall go	T
The dew upon their feet shall manifest	J
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She hears upon that water without sound	J
A voice that cries The tomb in Palestine	M
Is not the porch of spirits lingering	U
It is the grave of Jesus where he lay	Z
We live in an old chaos of the sun	P
Or old dependency of day and night	J
Or island solitude unsponsored free	J
Of that wide water inescapable	Z
Deer walk upon our mountains and the quail	Z
Whistle about us their spontaneous cries	X2
Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness	M2
And in the isolation of the sky	Q2
At evening casual flocks of pigeons make	E3
Ambiguous undulations as they sink	F3
Downward to darkness on extended wings	I

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