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Dead sounds at night come from the in- Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, most hills,

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Stood sunset-flushed; and, dewed with Like footsteps upon wool. I dimly see showery drops, My far-off doubtful purpose, as a mother Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the Conjectures of the features of her child woven copse. Ere it is born. Her child !-a shudder

The charmed sunset lingered low adown Across me: never child be born of me

250 In the red West; through mountain clefts Unblest, to vex me with his father's eyes! the dale

Was seen far inland, and the yellow down “O mother, hear me yet before I die. Bordered with palm, and many a winding Hear me, O earth. I will not die alone, vale Lest their shrill happy laughter come to me And meadow, set with slender galingale; Walking the cold and starless road of death A land where all things always seemed Uncomforted, leaving my ancient love 256 the same! With the Greek woman. I will rise and go And round about the keel with faces Down into Troy, and ere the stars come pale,

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Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, Talk with the wild Cassandra, for she says The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters A fire dances before her, and a sound 260 came. Rings ever in her ears of armed men. What this may be I know not, but I know Branches they bore of that enchanted That, whereso'er I am by night and day, stem, All earth and air seem only burning fire. Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they

gave

To each, but whoso did receive of them 30 THE LOTOS-EATERS

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“Courage!” he said, and pointed toward | Far far away did seem to mourn and

the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shore- On alien shores; and if his fellow spake, ward soon.

His voice was thin, as voices from the In the afternoon they came unto a land grave; In which it seemèd always afternoon. And deep-asleep he seemed, yet all awake, All round the coast the languid air did And music in his ears his beating heart Swoon,

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did make. Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.

They sat them down upon the yellow Full-faced above the valley stood the sand, moon;

Between the sun and moon upon the shore; And, like a downward smoke, the slender | And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, stream

Of child, and wife, and slave; but everAlong the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.

Most weary seemed the sea, weary the

oar, A land of streams! some, like a downward Weary the wandering fields of barren smoke,

foam. Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; Then some one said, “We will return no

And some through wavering lights and shadows broke,

And all at once they sang, “Our island Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. home They saw the gleaming river seaward flow Is far beyond the wave; we will no From the inner land; far off, three moun- longer roam.”

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Squadrons and squares of men in brazen A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN

plates,

Scaffolds, still sheets of water, divers I read, before my eyelids dropped their

woes, shade,

Ranges of glimmering vaults with iron “The Legend of Good Women," long

grates,

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And hushed seraglios. Sung by the morning-star of song, who made

So shape chased shape as swift as, when to His music heard below;

land

Bluster the winds and tides the self-same Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath

way,

5 Preluded those melodious bursts that fill Crisp foam-flakes scud along the level sand

Torn from the fringe of spray.

40 The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still.

I started once, or seemed to start in pain, And, for a while, the knowledge of his art Resolved on noble things, and strove to Held me above the subject, as strong speak, gales

As when a great thought strikes along the Hold swollen clouds from raining, though brain, my heart,

And flushes all the cheek. Brimful of those wild tales,

And once my arm was lifted to hew down 45 Charged both mine eyes with tears. In

A cavalier from off his saddle-bow,

That bore a lady from a leaguered town; I saw, wherever light illumineth,

And then, I know not how,
Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand
The downward slope to death. 16

All those sharp fancies, by down-lapsing
Those far-renowned brides of ancient song thought
Peopled the hollow dark, like burning Streamed onward, lost their edges, and

stars, And I heard sounds of insult, shame, and

Rolled on each other, rounded, smoothed,

and brought wrong,

51 And trumpets blown for wars;

Into the gulfs of sleep. And clattering flints battered with clang- At last methought that I had wandered far ing hoofs;

In an old wood: fresh-washed in coolest And I saw crowds in columned sanc- dew tuaries;

The maiden splendors of the morning star 55 And forms that passed at windows and on

Shook in the steadfast blue. roofs Of marble palaces;

Enormous elm-tree-boles did stoop and Corpses across the threshold; heroes tall 25

lean Dislodging pinnacle and parapet

Upon the dusky brushwood underneath

Their broad curved branches, fledged with
Upon the tortoise creeping to the wall;
Lances in ambush set;

clearest green,
New from its silken sheath.

60 And high shrine-doors burst through with heated blasts

The dim red morn had died, her journey That run before the fluttering tongues done, of fire;

30 And with dead lips smiled at the twiWhite surf wind-scattered over sails and light plain, masts,

Half-fallen across the threshold of the sun, And ever climbing higher;

Never to rise again.

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a curse:

There was no motion in the dumb dead “No marvel, sovereign lady: in fair field air,

65 Myself for such a face had boldly died," Not any song of bird or sound of rill; I answered free; and turning I appealed Gross darkness of the inner sepulchre To one that stood beside. Is not so deadly still

But she, with sick and scornful looks As that wide forest. Growths of jasmine averse, turned

To her full height her stately stature Their humid arms festooning tree to draws; tree,

My youth,” she said, "was blasted with And at the root through lush green grasses burned

This woman was the cause. The red anemone.

"I was cut off from hope in that sad I knew the flowers, I knew the leaves, I place

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Which men called Aulis in those iron The tearful glimmer of the languid

years; dawn

My father held his hand upon his face; On those long, rank, dark wood-walks Í, blinded with my tears, drenched in dew,

75 Leading from lawn to lawn.

“Still strove to speak: my voice was thick

with sighs The smell of violets, hidden in the green, As in a dream. Dimly I could descry 110 Poured back into my empty soul and The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish frame

eyes, The times when I remember to have been Waiting to see me die. Joyful and free from blame.

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“The high masts flickered as they lay And from within me a clear undertone

afloat; Thrilled through mine ears in that un- The crowds, the temples, wavered, and blissful clime,

the shore; “Pass freely through: the wood is all thine The bright death quivered at the victim's own,

throat

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She, flashing forth a haughty smile, began: "I died a Queen. The Roman soldier found “I governed men by change, and so I Me lying dead, my crown about my swayed

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brows, All moods. 'Tis long since I have seen a A name for ever!-lying robed and crowned

Worthy a Roman spouse.” Once, like the moon, I made

Her warbling voice, a lyre of widest range “The ever-shifting currents of the blood Struck by all passion, did fall down and According to my humor ebb and flow. glance

166 I have no men to govern in this wood: 135 From tone to tone, and glided through That makes my only woe.

all change

Of liveliest utterance. “Nay—yet it chafes me that I could not bend

When she made pause I knew not for deOne will; nor tame and tutor with mine light; eye

Because with sudden motion from the That dull, cold-blooded Cæsar. Prythee, ground

170 friend,

She raised her piercing orbs, and filled Where is Mark Antony?

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with light

The interval of sound. “The man, my lover, with whom I rode sublime

Still with their fires Love tipped his keenest On Fortune's neck; we sat as God by darts: God;

As once they drew into two burning rings The Nilus would have risen before his time All beams of Love, melting the mighty And flooded at our nod.

hearts

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Of captains and of kings. “We drank the Libyan Sun to sleep, and lit

145 Slowly my sense undazzled. Then I heard Lamps which out-burned Canopus. Oh, A noise of some one coming through the

lawn, In Egypt! Oh, the dalliance and the wit, And singing clearer than the crested bird The flattery and the strife,

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And the wild kiss, when fresh from war's “The torrent brooks of hallowed Israel alarms,

From craggy hollows pouring, late and My Hercules, my Roman Antony, 150

soon, My mailèd Bacchus leaped into my arms, Sound all night long, in falling through Contented there to die!

the dell,

Far-heard beneath the moon. “And there he died: and when I heard my

“The balmy moon of blessed Israel 185 Sighed forth with life, I would not brook Floods all the deep-blue gloom with

beams divine; Of the other; with a worm I balked his All night the splintered crags that wall fame.

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the dell What else was left? look here!” —

With spires of silver shine.”

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my fear

With that she tore her robe apart, and

half The polished argent of her breast to sight Laid bare. Thereto she pointed with a

laugh, Showing the aspic's bite.

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As one that museth where broad sunshine

laves The lawn by some cathedral, through the door

190 Hearing the holy organ rolling waves

Of sound on roof and floor

Within, and anthem sung, is charmed and

tied To where he stands,-so stood I, when

that flow Of music left the lips of her that died

195 To save her father's vow;

“Saw God divide the night with flying flame,

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And thunder on the everlasting hills.
I heard Him, for He spake, and grief be-

came
A solemn scorn of ills.

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The daughter of the warrior Gileadite, “When the next moon was rolled into the

A maiden pure; as when she went along sky, From Mizpah's towered gate with wel- Strength came to me that equalled my come light,

desire.

230 With timbrel and with song.

How beautiful a thing it was to die

For God and for my sire! My words leapt forth: "Heaven heads the count of crimes

"It comforts me in this one thought to With that wild oath.” She rendered dwell, answer high:

That I subdued me to my father's “Not so, nor once alone; a thousand times will; I would be born and die.

Because the kiss he gave me, ere I fell, 235

Sweetens the spirit still. “Single I grew, like some green plant, whose root

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"Moreover it is written that my race Creeps to the garden water-pipes be- Hewed Ammon, hip and thigh, from neath,

Aroer Feeding the flower; but ere my flower to On Arnon unto Minneth.” Here her face fruit

Glowed, as I looked at her.

240 Changed, I was ripe for death.

She locked her lips: she left me where I “My God, my land, my father—these did stood:

“Glory to God,” she sang, and passed Me from my bliss of life, that Nature afar, gave,

200 Thridding the sombre boskaged of the Lowered softly with a threefold cord of wood, love

Toward the morning-star. Down to a silent grave.

Losing her carol I stood pensively, 245 “And I went mourning, 'No fair Hebrew As one that from a casement leans his boy

head, Shall smile away my maiden blame When midnight bells cease ringing sudamong

denly, The Hebrew mothers'-emptied of all joy, And the old year is dead. Leaving the dance and song, 216

'Alas! alas!” a low voice, full of care, “Leaving the olive-gardens far below, Murmured beside me. “Turn and look Leaving the promise of my bridal bower,

250 The valleys of grape-loaded vines that glow I am that Rosamond, whom men call fair, Beneath the battled tower.

If what I was I be.

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“The light white cloud swam over us. “Would I had been some maiden coarse Anon

and poor! We heard the lion roaring from his den; O me, that I should ever see the light! We saw the large white stars rise one by Those dragon eyes of angered Eleanor 255 one,

Do hunt me, day and night." Or, from the darkened glen,

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