Herewith is Beauty fashioned? Canst thou deem
Her evanescent roses bourgeon save
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We were eight fishers of the western sea,
Who sailed our craft beside a barren land,
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No cloud is on the heavens, and on the sea
No sail: the immortal, solemn ocean lies
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He stands beside the ocean of the Past,
A diver. Pearls and hydras can she bring,
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Tell me, O Night! what horses hale the moon!
Those of the sun rear now on Syria's day,
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Within the stillness of the crypt he lay--
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Aloof within the day's enormous dome,
He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
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KEEP ye her brow with starshine crost
And bind with ghostly light her hair,
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Sargon is dust, Semiramis a clod!
In crypts profaned the moon at midnight peers;
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How droops the troubled year
And now her tiny sunset stains the leaf.
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Thou art the star for which all evening waits--
O star of peace, come tenderly and soon
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The winter sunset fronts the North. . . .
The light deserts the quiet sky. . . .
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Without, the battlements of sunset shine,
'Mid domes the sea-winds rear and overwhelm.
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O Trees! so vast, so calm!
Softly ye lay
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Stand Fast! Though steel on clanging steel
Make the contending turret reel;
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Thou seem’st to call to that which will not hear,
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Ever as sinks the day on sea or land,
Called or uncalled, you take your kindred posts.
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Great on the west, ere darkness crush her domes,
Wine-red the city of the sunset lies.
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Lo! Thou hast granted us for Thee a name,
But never, Lord, shall there be a name for this
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Beyond the purple bay
The drowsy winds awaken to delay.
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The morning is ten thousand miles away.
The winter night surrounds me, vast and cold
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Twenty old men will sit around a table,
To say if madness end!
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Up to the House of Mammon, from dawn to sister dawn,
Called by remembered voices the sons of men are drawn;
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Mother, in some sad evening long ago,
From thy young breast my groping lips were taken,
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O’er Carmel fields in the springtime the sea-gulls follow the plow.
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"Tell us, O Watchman, tell us of the Night! What tidings from the world's high parapet?"
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"The Bones of Agamemnon are a show!" And only yesterday I held in hand
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"Tis told of one whose feet awhile were led Thro' Paradise, that when this earth again
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"Wherefore, thy woe these many years, O hermit by the sea?
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1698 (Elder Davenport Speaks)
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