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Epilogue to A Vision'	A
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Midnight has come and the great Christ Church Bell	B
And may a lesser bell sound through the room	C
And it is All Souls' Night	D
And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel	B
Bubble upon the table A ghost may come	E
For it is a ghost's right	D
His element is so fine	A
Being sharpened by his death	F
To drink from the wine breath	F
While our gross palates drink from the whole wine	A
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I need some mind that if the cannon sound	G
From every quarter of the world can stay	H
Wound in mind's pondering	I
As mummies in the mummy cloth are wound	G
Because I have a marvellous thing to say	H
A certain marvellous thing	I
None but the living mock	J
Though not for sober ear	K
It may be all that hear	K
Should laugh and weep an hour upon the clock	J
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Horton's the first I call He loved strange thought	L
And knew that sweet extremity of pride	M
That's called platonic love	N
And that to such a pitch of passion wrought	L
Nothing could bring him when his lady died	M
Anodyne for his love	N
Words were but wasted breath	F
One dear hope had he	O
The inclemency	H
Of that or the next winter would be death	F
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Two thoughts were so mixed up I could not tell	B
Whether of her or God he thought the most	P
But think that his mind's eye	Q
When upward turned on one sole image fell	B
And that a slight companionable ghost	P
Wild with divinity	O
Had so lit up the whole	B
Immense miraculous house	H
The Bible promised us	H
It seemed a gold fish swimming in a bowl	B
	-
On Florence Emery I call the next	R
Who finding the first wrinkles on a face	H
Admired and beautiful	B
And knowing that the future would be vexed	R
With 'minished beauty multiplied commonplace	H
preferred to teach a school	B
Away from neighbour or friend	S
Among dark skins and there	T
permit foul years to wear	T
Hidden from eyesight to the unnoticed end	S
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Before that end much had she ravelled out	U
From a discourse in figurative speech	V
By some learned Indian	A
On the soul's journey How it is whirled about	U
Wherever the orbit of the moon can reach	V
Until it plunge into the sun	A
And there free and yet fast	W
Being both Chance and Choice	H
Forget its broken toys	H
And sink into its own delight at last	W
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And I call up MacGregor from the grave	X
For in my first hard springtime we were friends	H
Although of late estranged	Y
I thought him half a lunatic half knave	X
And told him so but friendship never ends	H
And what if mind seem changed	Y
And it seem changed with the mind	Z
When thoughts rise up unbid	Z
On generous things that he did	Z
And I grow half contented to be blind	Z
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He had much industry at setting out	Z
Much boisterous courage before loneliness	H
Had driven him crazed	Z
For meditations upon unknown thought	Z
Make human intercourse grow less and less	H
They are neither paid nor praised	Z
but he d object to the host	Z
The glass because my glass	H
A ghost lover he was	H
And may have grown more arrogant being a ghost	Z
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But names are nothing What matter who it be	O
So that his elements have grown so fine	A
The fume of muscatel	B
Can give his sharpened palate ecstasy	O
No living man can drink from the whole wine	A
I have mummy truths to tell	B
Whereat the living mock	J
Though not for sober ear	K
For maybe all that hear	K
Should laugh and weep an hour upon the clock	J
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Such thought such thought have I that hold it tight	Z
Till meditation master all its parts	H
Nothing can stay my glance	H
Until that glance run in the world's despite	Z
To where the damned have howled away their hearts	H
And where the blessed dance	H
Such thought that in it bound	Z
I need no other thing	I
Wound in mind's wandering	I
As mummies in the mummy cloth are wound	Z
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Oxford Autumn	E

William Butler Yeats

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