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'I may not speak of what I know."
Like an Æolian harp that wakes
No certain air, but overtakes
Far thought with music that it makes.
Such seem'd the whisper at my side:
• What is it thou knowest, sweet voice?' I cried.
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From out my sullen heart a power
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To feel, altho' no tongue can prove,
That every cloud, that spreads above
And veileth love, itself is love.
And forth into the fields I went,
And Nature's living motion lent
The pulse of hope to discontent.
I wonder'd at the bounteous hours,
The slow result of winter showers:
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To commune with that barren voice,
Than him that said, Rejoice! Rejoice!'
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A pleasant hour has pass'd away
While, dreaming on your damask cheek,
The dewy sister-eyelids lay.
As by the lattice you reclined,
I went thro' many wayward moods
To see you dreaming-and, behind,
A summer crisp with shining woods.
And I too dream'd, until at last
Across my fancy, brooding warm, not bad The reflex of a legend past,
And loosely settled into form.
And would you have the thought I had,
And see the vision that I saw, b'obnow I
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The varying year with blade and shear
Clothes and reclothes the happy plains,
Here rests the sap within the leaf,
Here stays the blood along the veins.
Faint shadows, vapours lightly curl'd,
Faint murmurs from the
Like hints and echoes of thadows come,
To spirits folded in the womb.
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The fountain to his place returns
Deep in the garden lake withdrawn
Here droops the banner on the tower,
On the hall-hearths the festal fires,
The peacock in his laurel bower,
The parrot in his gilded wires.
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The mantles from the golden pegs
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That watch the sleepers from the wall.
Here sits the Butler with a flask
Between his knees, half-drain'd; and there
The wrinkled steward at his task,
The maid-of-honour blooming fair;
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The blush is fix'd upon her cheek.
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Till all the hundred summers passid
The beams, that thro' the Oriel shine,"
Make prisms in every carven glass,
And beaker brimm'd with noble wine
Each baron at the banquet sleeps, teul fol
Grave faces gather'd in a ring. nO
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At distance like a little wood;
Thorns, ivies, woodbine, mistletoes,
And grapes with bunches red as blood;
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Close-matted, bur and brake and briar,
And glimpsing over these, just seen, orf!
High up, the topmost palace spire.C
When will the hundred summers die,
And thought and time be born again,
And newer knowledge, drawing nigh,
Bring truth that sways the soul
Here all things in their place remain,, ode
As all were order'd, ages since.
Come, Care and Pleasure, Hope and Pain,
And bring the fated fairy Prince.
Year after year unto her feet,
She lying on her couch alone,
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Across the purple coverlet,
The maiden's jet-black hair has grown,
On either side her tranced form
Forth streaming from a braid of pearl:
The slumbrous light is rich and warm,
And moves not on the rounded curl.
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The silk star-broider'd coverlid
Unto her limbs itself doth mould
Languidly ever; and, amid
Her full black ringlets downward roll'd,
Glows forth each softly-shadow'd arm
With bracelets of the diamond bright:
Her constant beauty doth inform
Stillness with love, and day with light.
She sleeps her breathings are not heard
In palace chambers far apart.
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