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The sky, lit up like a question or
an applause meter, is beautiful
like everything else today: the leaves
About me the night moonless wimples the mountains
wraps ocean land …
I.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and…
Pavement slipp’ry, people sneezing,
Lords in ermine, beggars freezing;
Titled gluttons dainties carving,
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicéan barks of yore,
That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,
What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,
The labor of an age in pilèd stones,
Or that his hallowed relics should be hid
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
There, Robert, you have kill’d that fly — ,
And should you thousand ages try
The life you’ve taken to supply,
Glory be to God for dappled things —
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple…
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
O quam te memorem virgo...
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair —
Lean on a garden urn —
Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Love in Fantastic Triumph sat,
Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed,
For whom Fresh pains he did Create,
