ONCE I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
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EACH small gleam was a voice
-A lantern voice-
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There were many who went in huddled procession,
They knew not whither;
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Once a man clambering to the housetops
Appealed to the heavens.
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Aman said to the universe, "Sir, I exist!"
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There was a great cathedral.
To solemn songs,
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With eye and with gesture
You say you are holy.
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Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
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The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds;
The leaden thunders crashed.
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I stood musing in a black world,
Not knowing where to direct my feet.
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"And the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
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Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
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If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
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Once, I knew a fine song,
— It is true, believe me —
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Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
Go pluck a bough and wear it.
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LITTLE birds of the night
Aye, they have much to tell
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On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
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I
A MAN builded a bugle for the storms to blow.
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Each small gleam was a voice,
A lantern voice --
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Should the wide world roll away
Leaving black terror
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There came whisperings in the winds:
"Good-bye! Good-bye!"
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You say you are holy,
And that
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There was a man with tongue of wood
Who essayed to sing,
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There was a man and a woman
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Many workmen
Built a huge ball of masonry
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A slant of sun on dull brown walls,
A forgotten sky of bashful blue.
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Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground.
Why do you stand, expectant?
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When a people reach the top of a hill,
Then does God lean toward them,
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To the maiden
The sea was blue meadow,
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When the prophet, a complacent fat man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
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