I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gapàd wide,
And I awoke and found
On the cold hills side.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is witherd from
And no birds sing.
MUCH have I travelld in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I
That deep-browd Homer ruled as his demesne:
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet
swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacificand all his men
at each other with a wild surmise
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleand my teeming brain,
high-pilàd books, in charactry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripend grain;
When I behold, upon the nights
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;then on the shore
Of the wide world
I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting with careful fingers and benign
pleased eyes, embowerd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if so it please
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passàd day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
the key deftly in the oilàd wards,
And seal the hushàd casket of my soul.
BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Natures patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-
Of pure ablution round earths human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
upon the mountains and the moors
Noyet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowd upon my fair
loves ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to
hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live everor else swoon to death.
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