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Where dwells the spirit of the Bard what sky	A
Persuades his daring wing	B
Folded in soft carnation or in snow	C
Still sleeping far o'er summits of the cloud	D
And with a seeming sweet unconsciousness	E
Wooing his plume through baffling storms to fly	A
Assured of all that ever yet might bless	F
The spirit by love and loftiest hope made proud	D
Would he but struggle for the dear caress	F
Or would his giant spring	B
Impelled by holiest ire	G
Assail the sullen summits of the storm	H
Bent with broad breast and still impatient form	H
Where clouds unfold themselves in leaping fire	I
What vision wins his soul	J
What passion wings his flight	K
What dream of conquest woos his eager eye	A
How glows he with the strife	L
How spurns he at control	J
With what unmeasured rage would he defy	A
The foes that rise around and threaten life	L
His upward flight is fair	M
He goes through parting air	M
He breaks the barrier cloud he sees the eye that's there	M
The centre of the realm of storm that mocked him but to dare	M
And now he grasps the prize	N
That on the summit lies	N
And binds the burning jewel to his brow	O
Transfigured by its bright	K
He wears a mightier face	P
Nor grovels more in likeness of the earth	Q
His wing a bolder flight	K
His step a wilder grace	P
He glows the creature of a holier birth	Q
Suns sing and stars glow glad around his light	K
And thus he speeds afar	R
'Mid gathering sun and star	R
The sov'reign he of worlds where these but subjects are	R
And men that marked his wing with mocking sight	K
Do watch and wonder now	O
Will watch and worship with delight anon	O
When far from hiss and hate his upward form hath gone	O
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h ere that van was won	O
Whose flight hath braved the sun	O
Whose daring strength and aim	S
Have scaled the heights of cloud and bared their breasts of flame	S
What lowly toil was done	O
How slow the moments sped	T
How bitter were the pangs that vexed the heart and head	T
The burden which he bore	U
The thorns his feet that tore	U
The cruel wounds he suffered with no moan	O
Alone and still alone	O
Denial which could smile	V
Beholding all the while	V
How salter than the sea were the salt tears he shed	T
And over all the curse	W
Than all of these more worse	W
Prostrate before the common way to bear	M
The feet of hissing things	X
Whose toil it is to tear	M
And cramp the glorious creature born to wings	X
Ah should he once despair	M
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Not lonely with the sad nymph Solitude	Y
Deep in the cover of the ancient wood	Z
Where the sun leaves him and the happy dawn	O
Stealing with blushes over the gray lawn	O
Stills finds him all forgetful of the flight	K
Of hours that passing still from dark to bright	K
Know not to loiter all their progress naught	A2
His eye unconscious of the day is bright	K
With inward vision till as sudden freed	B2
By the superior quest of a proud thought	A2
He darts away with an unmeasured speed	B2
His pinion purpling as he gains the height	K
Where still though all obscured from mortal sight	K
He bathes him in the late smiles of the sun	O
And oh the glory as he guides his steed	B2
Flakes from his pinions falling as they soar	U
To mounts where Eos binds her buskins on	O
And proud Artemis watching by her well	C2
For one sole fortunate of all his race	P
With hand upon his mouth her beagle stays	D2
Lest he should baffle sounds too sweet to lose	E2
That even now are gliding with the dews	E2
How nobly he arrays	D2
His robes for flight his robes the woven of songs	F2
Borrowed from starry spheres with each a muse	E2
That with her harmonies maintains its dance	G2
Celestial and its circles bright prolongs	F2
Fair ever but with warrior form and face	P
He stands before the eye of each young grace	P
Beguiling the sweet passion from her cell	C2
And still subjecting beauty by the glance	G2
Which speaks his own subjection to a spell	C2
The eldest born of rapture that makes Love	H2
At once submissive and the Conqueror	I
He conquers but to bring deliverance	I2
And with deliverance light	K
To conquer he has only to explore	U
And makes a permanent empire but to spread	T
Though speeding on with unobserving haste	J2
A wing above the waste	J2
A single feather from his pinion shed	T
A single beam of beauty from his eye	A
Takes captive of the dim sleeping realm below	C
Through eyes of truest worshippers that straight	K2
Bring shouts to welcome and bright flowers to wreathe	Q
His altars and as those to life from death	Q
Plucked sudden in their gratitude and faith	Q
Deem him a god who wrought the miracle	L2
So do they take him to their shrines and vow	O
Their annual incense of sweet song and smell	C2
For him to whom their happiness they owe	C
Thus goes he still from desert shore to shore	U
Where life in darkness droops where beauty errs	M2
Having no worshippers	N2
And lacking sympathy for the light The eye	A
That is the spirit of his wing no more	U
This progress once begun can cease to soar	U
Suffers eclipse or sleeps	O2
No more be furled	K2
The wing that from the first decreed to fly	A
Must speed to daily conquests deep and high	A
Till no domain of dark unlighted keeps	O2
And all the realm of strife beneath the sky	A
Grows one in beauty and peace for evermore	U
Soothed to eternal office of delight	K2
By these that wing the soul on its first flight	K2
For these are the great spirits that shape the world	K2

William Gilmore Simms

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