Oh I marvellous the skies Ere sunset close
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Eve, and the stainèd pinions of the day, Far-sinking as an eagle to her nest
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Upon me (as on Siddim's lethal plain And on the cities of accurst desire
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I saw a mountain at the close of day, Snow-crowned and lonely, where the after-glow
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Within me (roguish brother!) lives a faun Demure as any whom Arcadian bees
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The silver of the lyre Cries, and thy silver feet
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Ah! well I know that I shall never find Thy like this side of Heaven! Well I know
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Can there be one whose blood from England finds Nurture and source, who sees her war to-day
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Once as a boy I dreamed
Where wider waters gleamed
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Spindrift and bilge and the world turns over!
What is the dross and what the gold?
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I
Beauty, whose face and mystery we seek,
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In Carmel pines the summer wind
Sings like a distant sea.
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The stranger in my gates -- lo! that am I,
And what my land of birth I do not know,
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Mother, in some sad evening long ago,
From thy young breast my groping lips were taken,
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KEEP ye her brow with starshine crost
And bind with ghostly light her hair,
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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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Full-starred, seraphic Night arose, Lifting the Pleiades' dim lyre
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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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Calling you now, not for your flesh I call, Nor for the mad, long raptures of the night
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I
Within the stillness of the crypt he lay--
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Thou art that madness of supreme desire,
Which lacking, beauty is but dross and clay.
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Aloof within the day's enormous dome,
He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
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John o' Dreams fled North, fled North, Led by a certain star,
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Dost hear the west wind calling thee afar, O thou that hast beheld the night withdrawn,
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The fairest things seem ever loneliest: The whitest lily ever blooms alone,
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"Wherefore, thy woe these many years, O hermit by the sea?
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How droops the troubled year
And now her tiny sunset stains the leaf.
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