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KUSTA BEN LUKA is my name I write	A
To Abd Al Rabban fellow roysterer once	B
Now the good Caliph's learned Treasurer	C
And for no ear but his	D
Carry this letter	C
Through the great gallery of the Treasure House	E
Where banners of the Caliphs hang night coloured	F
But brilliant as the night's embroidery	G
And wait war's music pass the little gallery	G
Pass books of learning from Byzantium	H
Written in gold upon a purple stain	I
And pause at last I was about to say	J
At the great book of Sappho's song but no	K
For should you leave my letter there a boy's	L
Love lorn indifferent hands might come upon it	M
And let it fall unnoticed to the floor	N
pause at the Treatise of parmenides	L
And hide it there for Caiphs to world's end	O
Must keep that perfect as they keep her song	P
So great its fame	Q
When fitting time has passed	R
The parchment will disclose to some learned man	S
A mystery that else had found no chronicler	C
But the wild Bedouin Though I approve	T
Those wanderers that welcomed in their tents	L
What great Harun Al Rashid occupied	U
With Persian embassy or Grecian war	N
Must needs neglect I cannot hide the truth	V
That wandering in a desert featureless	L
As air under a wing can give birds' wit	M
In after time they will speak much of me	G
And speak but fantasy Recall the year	W
When our beloved Caliph put to death	X
His Vizir Jaffer for an unknown reason	Y
'If but the shirt upon my body knew it	M
I'd tear it off and throw it in the fire '	Z
That speech was all that the town knew but he	G
Seemed for a while to have grown young again	A2
Seemed so on purpose muttered Jaffer's friends	L
That none might know that he was conscience struck	B2
But that s a traitor's thought Enough for me	G
That in the early summer of the year	W
The mightiest of the princes of the world	C2
Came to the least considered of his courtiers	L
Sat down upon the fountain's marble edge	D2
One hand amid the goldfish in the pool	E2
And thereupon a colloquy took place	L
That I commend to all the chroniclers	L
To show how violent great hearts can lose	L
Their bitterness and find the honeycomb	F2
'I have brought a slender bride into the house	L
You know the saying ''Change the bride with spring ''	Z
And she and I being sunk in happiness	L
Cannot endure to think you tread these paths	L
When evening stirs the jasmine bough and yet	G2
Are brideless '	Z
'I am falling into years '	Z
'But such as you and I do not seem old	H2
Like men who live by habit Every day	J
I ride with falcon to the river's edge	D2
Or carry the ringed mail upon my back	I2
Or court a woman neither enemy	G
Game bird nor woman does the same thing twice	L
And so a hunter carries in the eye	J2
A mimic of youth Can poet's thought	K2
That springs from body and in body falls	L
Like this pure jet now lost amid blue sky	J2
Now bathing lily leaf and fish's scale	L2
Be mimicry '	Z
'What matter if our souls	L
Are nearer to the surface of the body	G
Than souls that start no game and turn no rhyme	M2
The soul's own youth and not the body's youth	V
Shows through our lineaments My candle's bright	A
My lantern is too loyal not to show	K
That it was made in your great father's reign	I
And yet the jasmine season warms our blood '	Z
'Great prince forgive the freedom of my speech	N2
You think that love has seasons and you think	O2
That if the spring bear off what the spring gave	P2
The heart need suffer no defeat but I	J2
Who have accepted the Byzantine faith	Q2
That seems unnatural to Arabian minds	L
Think when I choose a bride I choose for ever	C
And if her eye should not grow bright for mine	R2
Or brighten only for some younger eye	J2
My heart could never turn from daily ruin	Y
Nor find a remedy '	Z
'But what if I	J2
Have lit upon a woman who so shares	L
Your thirst for those old crabbed mysteries	L
So strains to look beyond Our life an eye	J2
That never knew that strain would scarce seem bright	A
And yet herself can seem youth's very fountain	Y
Being all brimmed with life '	Z
'Were it but true	S2
I would have found the best that life can give	T2
Companionship in those mysterious things	L
That make a man's soul or a woman's soul	U2
Itself and not some other soul '	Z
'That love	V2
Must needs be in this life and in what follows	L
Unchanging and at peace and it is right	A
Every philosopher should praise that love	V2
But I being none can praise its opposite	W2
It makes my passion stronger but to think	O2
Like passion stirs the peacock and his mate	X2
The wild stag and the doe that mouth to mouth	Y2
Is a man's mockery of the changeless soul '	Z
And thereupon his bounty gave what now	Z2
Can shake more blossom from autumnal chill	A3
Than all my bursting springtime knew A girl	B3
Perched in some window of her mother's housc	O2
Had watched my daily passage to and fro	K
Had heard impossible history of my past	R
Imagined some impossible history	G
Lived at my side thought time's disfiguring touch	C3
Gave but more reason for a woman's care	D3
Yet was it love of me or was it love	V2
Of the stark mystery that has dazed my sight	A
perplexed her fantasy and planned her care	D3
Or did the torchlight of that mystery	G
Pick out my features in such light and shade	E3
Two contemplating passions chose one theme	F3
Through sheer bewilderment She had not paced	G3
The garden paths nor counted up the rooms	L
Before she had spread a book upon her knees	L
And asked about the pictures or the text	H3
And often those first days I saw her stare	D3
On old dry writing in a learned tongue	O2
On old dry faggots that could never please	L
The extravagance of spring or move a hand	I3
As if that writing or the figured page	J3
Were some dear cheek	O2
Upon a moonless night	A
I sat where I could watch her sleeping form	K3
And wrote by candle light but her form moved	L3
And fearing that my light disturbed her sleep	M3
I rose that I might screen it with a cloth	N3
I heard her voice 'Turn that I may expound	O3
What's bowed your shoulder and made pale your cheek	O2
And saw her sitting upright on the bed	P3
Or was it she that spoke or some great Djinn	Z2
I say that a Djinn spoke A livelong hour	C
She seemed the learned man and I the child	Q3
Truths without father came truths that no book	O2
Of all the uncounted books that I have read	P3
Nor thought out of her mind or mine begot	K2
Self born high born and solitary truths	L
Those terrible implacable straight lines	L
Drawn through the wandering vegetative dream	F3
Even those truths that when my bones are dust	R3
Must drive the Arabian host	S3
The voice grew still	A3
And she lay down upon her bed and slept	T3
But woke at the first gleam of day rose up	U3
And swept the house and sang about her work	O2
In childish ignorance of all that passed	R
A dozen nights of natural sleep and then	Z2
When the full moon swam to its greatest height	A
She rose and with her eyes shut fast in sleep	M3
Walked through the house Unnoticed and unfelt	A
I wrapped her in a hooded cloak and she	G
Half running dropped at the first ridge of the desert	A
And there marked out those emblems on the sand	A
That day by day I study and marvel at	A
With her white finger I led her home asleep	M3
And once again she rose and swept the house	L
In childish ignorance of all that passed	A
Even to day after some seven years	L
When maybe thrice in every moon her mouth	Y2
Murmured the wisdom of the desert Djinns	L
She keeps that ignorance nor has she now	Z2
That first unnatural interest in my books	L
It seems enough that I am there and yet	A
Old fellow student whose most patient ear	V3
Heard all the anxiety of my passionate youth	V
It seems I must buy knowledge with my peace	L
What if she lose her ignorance and so	L
Dream that I love her only for the voice	L
That every gift and every word of praise	L
Is but a payment for that midnight voice	L
That is to age what milk is to a child	A
Were she to lose her love because she had lost	A
Her confidence in mine or even lose	L
Its first simplicity love voice and all	W3
All my fine feathers would be plucked away	J
And I left shivering The voice has drawn	Z2
A quality of wisdom from her love's	L
Particular quality The signs and shapes	L
All those abst	A

William Butler Yeats

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