With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be:
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee:
lovest, but neer knew loves sad satiety.
Waking or asleep,
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Yet, if we could scorn
Hate and pride and fear,
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know;
Such harmonious madness
lips would flow,
The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
AND, like a dying lady lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrappd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her
chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky
A white and shapeless mass.
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its
O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumns being
Thou from whose unseen presence the
Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou
to their dark wintry bed
The wingàd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion oer the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
living hues and odours plain and hill;
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear!
Thou on whose stream, mid the steep skys commotion,
Loose clouds like earths decaying
leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning! there are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
bright hair uplifted from the head
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