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Spirits in Bondage - C. S. Lewis · Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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  Speaker 1: Spirits in Bondage a cycle of lyrics by Clive Hamilton
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  Speaker 1: introduction published under the pseudonym Clive Hamilton. Spirits in Bondage
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  Speaker 1: was C. S. Lewis's first book, released in nineteen nineteen
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  Speaker 1: by Heinemann. It was reprinted in nineteen eighty four by
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  Speaker 1: Harcourt Brace Gavanovitch and included in Lewis's nineteen ninety four
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  Speaker 1: Collected Poems. It is the first of Lewis's major published
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  Speaker 1: works to enter the public domain in the United States.
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  Speaker 1: Readers should be aware that in other countries it may
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  Speaker 1: still be under copyright protection. Most of the poems appear
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  Speaker 1: to have been written between nineteen fifteen and nineteen eighteen,
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  Speaker 1: a period during which Lewis was a student under W. T. Kirkpatrick,
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  Speaker 1: a military trainee at Oxford, and a soldier serving in
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  Speaker 1: the trenches of World War One. Their outlook varies from
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  Speaker 1: romantic expressions of love for the beauty and simplicity of
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  Speaker 1: nature to cynical statements about the presence of evil in
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  Speaker 1: this world. In a September twelfth, nineteen eighteen letter to
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  Speaker 1: his friend Arthur Greeves, Lewis said that his book was
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  Speaker 1: mainly strung around the idea that I mentioned to you before,
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  Speaker 1: that nature is wholly diabolical and malavant, and that God,
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  Speaker 1: if he exists, is outside of and in opposition to
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  Speaker 1: the cosmic arrangements. In his cynical poems, Lewis is dealing
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  Speaker 1: with the same questions about evil in nature that Alfred
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  Speaker 1: Lord Tennyson explored from a position of troubled faith in
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  Speaker 1: Memoriam A. H. Stanza's fifty four f In a letter
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  Speaker 1: written perhaps to reassure his father, Lewis claimed, you know
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  Speaker 1: who the God I blaspheme is, and that it is
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  Speaker 1: not the God that you or I worship or any
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  Speaker 1: other Christian whatever Lewis believed at that time. The attitude
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  Speaker 1: in many of these poems is quite different from the
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  Speaker 1: attitude he expressed in his many Christian books from the
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  Speaker 1: nineteen thirties. On attempts in movies and on stage plays
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  Speaker 1: to portray Lewis, as a sheltered professor who knew little
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  Speaker 1: about pain until the death of his wife late in life,
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  Speaker 1: have to deal not only with the many tragedies he
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  Speaker 1: experienced from a boy on, but also with the disturbing
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  Speaker 1: issues he faced in many of these early poems. This
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  Speaker 1: book is presented in three parts. Part one, the prison House,
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  Speaker 1: Part two, Hesitation, Part three, the escape Prologue. As of
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  Speaker 1: old Phoenician men to the ten ailes, sailing straight against
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  Speaker 1: the sunset and the edges of the earth, chaunted loud
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  Speaker 1: above the storm and the strange seas, wailing legends of
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  Speaker 1: their people and the land that gave them birth, sang
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  Speaker 1: aloud to bowl Piore, sang unto the horn maiden, sang
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  Speaker 1: how they should come again with the brethen treasure laden,
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  Speaker 1: sang of all the pride and glory of their hardy enterprise,
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  Speaker 1: How they found the outer islands where the unknown stars arise,
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  Speaker 1: the rowers down below, rowing hard as they could, row,
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  Speaker 1: toiling at the stroke, and feather through the wet and
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  Speaker 1: weary weather. Even they forgot their burden in the measure
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  Speaker 1: of a song. And the merchants and the masters and
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  Speaker 1: the bondsmen altogether dreaming of the wondrous islands, brought the
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  Speaker 1: gallant ship along, so in mighty deeps alone on the
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  Speaker 1: chainless breezes, blown in my coracle of verses, I will
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  Speaker 1: sing of lands unknown, flying from the scarlet city, where
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  Speaker 1: a lord that knows no pity mocks the broken people
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  Speaker 1: praying round his iron throne, sing about the hidden country
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  Speaker 1: fresh and full of quiet, green, sailing overseas uncharted to
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  Speaker 1: a port that none has seen. Part one the prison
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  Speaker 1: House poem, One Satan's speaks. I am Nature, the mighty mother.
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  Speaker 1: I am the law ye have none other. I am
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  Speaker 1: the flower and the dewdrop fresh. I am the lust
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  Speaker 1: in your itching flesh. I am the battle's filth and strain.
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  Speaker 1: I am the widow's empty pain. I am the sea
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  Speaker 1: to smother your breath. I am the bomb, the falling death.
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  Speaker 1: I am the fact and the crushing reason to thwart
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  Speaker 1: your fantasy's newborn treason. I am the spider making her net.
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  Speaker 1: I am the beast with jaws blood wet. I am
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  Speaker 1: a wolf that follows the sun, and I will catch
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  Speaker 1: him here day be done. Poem too French Nocturne monche
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  Speaker 1: le preux long leagues on either hand, the trenches spread,
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  Speaker 1: and all is still now, even this gross line drinks
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  Speaker 1: in the frosty silences divine. The pale green moon is
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  Speaker 1: riding overhead. The jaws of a sacked village, stark and
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  Speaker 1: grim out on the ridge, have swallowed up the sun,
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  Speaker 1: and in one angry streak, his blood has run to
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  Speaker 1: left and right along the horizon dim there comes a
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  Speaker 1: buzzing plain, and now, it seems, flies straight into the
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  Speaker 1: moon low, where he steers across the pallid globe, and
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  Speaker 1: surely nears in that white land, some harbor of dear dreams,
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  Speaker 1: false mocking fancy. Once I too could dream, who now
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  Speaker 1: can only see with vulgar eye that he's no nearer
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  Speaker 1: to the moon than I. And she's a stone that
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  Speaker 1: catches the sun's beam. What call have I to dream
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  Speaker 1: of anything? I am a wolf back to the world again,
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  Speaker 1: And speech of fellow brutes that once were men. Our
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  Speaker 1: throats can bark, for slaughter cannot sing Poem three, The Sadder.
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  Speaker 1: When the flowery hands of spring forth their woodland riches,
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  Speaker 1: fling through the meadows, through the valleys, goes the Sadder,
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  Speaker 1: caroling from the mountain and the moor forest green and
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  Speaker 1: ocean shore. All the fairy kin he rallies, making music evermore.
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  Speaker 1: See the shaggy pelt doth grow on his twisted shanks below,
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  Speaker 1: and his dreadful feet are cloven, though his brow be
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  Speaker 1: white as snow. Though his brow be clear and white,
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  Speaker 1: and beneath it fancies bright wisdom, and high thoughts are woven,
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  Speaker 1: and the musics of delight. Though his temples too be fair.
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  Speaker 1: Yet two horns are growing there, bursting forth the part
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  Speaker 1: asunder all the riches of his hair. Fairy maidens he
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  Speaker 1: may meet fly the horns and cloven feet, but his
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  Speaker 1: sad brown eyes, with wonder seeing stay from their retreat.
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  Speaker 1: Poem four Victory Roland is dead. Cohouln's crest is low,
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  Speaker 1: The battered war rear wastes and turns to rust. And
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  Speaker 1: Helen's eyes and Isol's lips are dust and dust. The
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  Speaker 1: shoulders and the breasts of snow. The fairy people from
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  Speaker 1: our woods are gone. No dry heads have I found
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  Speaker 1: in all our trees. No Triton blows his horn about
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  Speaker 1: our seas, and Arthur sleeps far. Hence, in Avalon the
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  Speaker 1: ancient songs, they wither as the grass and waste as
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  Speaker 1: doth a garment waxen old. All poets have been fools
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  Speaker 1: who thought to mold a monument more durable than brass.
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  Speaker 1: For these decay, but not for that decays the yearning, high,
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  Speaker 1: rebellious spirit of man that never rested yet since life
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  Speaker 1: began from striving with red nature and her ways. Now
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  Speaker 1: in the filth of war, the bar sark shout of battle.
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  Speaker 1: It is vexed, and yet so oft out of the
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  Speaker 1: deeps of old it rose aloft that they who watch
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  Speaker 1: the ages may not doubt. Though often bruised oft, broken
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  Speaker 1: by the rod, yet like the phoenix, from each fiery bed,
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  Speaker 1: higher the stricken spirit lifts its head and higher, till
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  Speaker 1: the beast become a god. Poem five Irish Nocturne. Now
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  Speaker 1: the gray mist comes creeping up from the waste ocean's
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  Speaker 1: weedy strand and fills the valley as a cup if
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  Speaker 1: filled of evil drink in a wizard's hand, And the
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  Speaker 1: trees fade out of sight like dreary ghosts, unhealthily into
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  Speaker 1: the damp, pale night, till you almost think that a
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  Speaker 1: clearer eye could see some shape come up of a
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  Speaker 1: demon seeking apart his meat, as Grendel sought in heart.
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  Speaker 1: The thanes Is sat by the wintry log Grendel, or
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  Speaker 1: the shadowy mass of Baalore, or the man with the
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  Speaker 1: face of clay, the gray, gray walker who used to
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  Speaker 1: pass over the rock arch nightly to his prey. But
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  Speaker 1: here at the dumb slows dream, where the willows hang
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  Speaker 1: with never a wind to blow, the mists apart, bitter
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  Speaker 1: and bitter. It is for thee O my heart, looking
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  Speaker 1: upon this land where poets sang, thus with the dreary shroud,
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  Speaker 1: unwholesome over it spread, and knowing the fog and the
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  Speaker 1: cloud in her people's heart and head, even as it
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  Speaker 1: lies forever upon her coasts, making them dim and dreamy,
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  Speaker 1: lest her sons should ever arise and remember all their boasts.
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  Speaker 1: For I know that the colorless skies and the blurred
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  Speaker 1: horizons breed lonely desire and many words and brooding, and
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  Speaker 1: never a deed poem six Spooks. Last night I dreamed
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  Speaker 1: that I was come again unto the house where my
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  Speaker 1: beloved dwells, after long years of wandering and pain. And
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  Speaker 1: I stood out beneath the drenching rain, and all the
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  Speaker 1: street was bare and black with night. But in my
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  Speaker 1: true love's house was warmth and light. Yet I could
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  Speaker 1: not draw near nor enter in. And long I wondered
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  Speaker 1: if some secret sin or old unhappy anger held me fast,
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  Speaker 1: Till suddenly it came into my head that I was
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  Speaker 1: killed long since, and lying dead only a homeless wraith.
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  Speaker 1: That way had passed. So thus I found my true
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  Speaker 1: love's house again, and stood unseen amid the winter night,
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  Speaker 1: and the lamp burned within a rosy light, and the
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  Speaker 1: wet street was shining in the rain. Poems seven Apology.
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  Speaker 1: If men should ask Despina, why I tell of nothing
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  Speaker 1: glad nor noble in my verse? To lighten hearts beneath
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  Speaker 1: this present curse and build a heaven of dreams and
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  Speaker 1: real hell, Go you to them and speak among them.
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  Speaker 1: Thus there was no greater grief than to recall down
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  Speaker 1: in the rotting grave, where the lithe worms crawl green
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  Speaker 1: fields above that smiled so sweet to us? Is it
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  Speaker 1: good to tell old tales of Troynavant, or praises of
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  Speaker 1: dead heroes tried and sage, or sing the queens of
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  Speaker 1: unforgotten age, Brynhilde and MeV and Virgin Bradamant. How should
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  Speaker 1: I sing of them. Can it be good to think
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  Speaker 1: of glory now? When all is done, and all our
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  Speaker 1: labor underneath the sun has brought us this and not
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  Speaker 1: the thing we would. All these were rosy visions of
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  Speaker 1: the night, the loveliness and wisdom feigned of old. But
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  Speaker 1: now we wake the east pale and cold. No hope
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  Speaker 1: is in the dawn, and no delight. Poem eight ode
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  Speaker 1: for New Year's Day. Woe unto you, ye sons of pain,
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  Speaker 1: that are this day in earth. Now cry for all
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  Speaker 1: your torment. Now curse your hour of birth, and the
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  Speaker 1: fathers who beget you to apportion nothing worth. And thou
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  Speaker 1: my own beloved, For as brave as ere thou art,
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  Speaker 1: Thou down thine head, Despina, clasp thy pale arms over it,
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  Speaker 1: lie low with fast closed eyelids, clenched teeth enduring heart.
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  Speaker 1: For sorrow on sorrow is coming, wherein all flesh has part.
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  Speaker 1: The sky above is sickening. The clouds of God's hate
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  Speaker 1: cover it. Body and soul. Shall suffer beyond all word
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  Speaker 1: or thought, till the pain and noisy terror that these
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  Speaker 1: first years have wrought seem. But the soft arising and
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  Speaker 1: prelude of the storm that fiercer still and heavier, with
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  Speaker 1: sharper lightnings. Fraught shall pour red wrath upon us over
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  Speaker 1: a world deform thrice happy, o d'aspina, were the men
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  Speaker 1: who were alive in the Great Age and the Golden Age,
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  Speaker 1: when still the cycle ran on upward curve, and easily
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  Speaker 1: for them, both maid and man and beast and tree
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  Speaker 1: and spirit in the green earth could thrive. But now
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  Speaker 1: one age is ending, and God calls home the stars
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  Speaker 1: and looses the wheel of the ages and sends it
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  Speaker 1: spinning back amid the death of nations, and points a
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  Speaker 1: downward track, and madness is come over us and great
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  Speaker 1: and little wars. He has not left one valley, one
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  Speaker 1: isle of fresh and green, where old friends could foregather
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  Speaker 1: amid the howling wreck. It's vainly we are praying. We
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  Speaker 1: cannot cannot check the power who slays and puts aside
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  Speaker 1: the beauty that has been It's truth, they tell Despina.
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  Speaker 1: None hears the heart's complaining, for nature will not pity,
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  Speaker 1: nor the Red God lend an ear. Yet I too
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  Speaker 1: have been mad in the hour of bitter paining, and
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  Speaker 1: lifted up my voice to God, thinking that he could
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  Speaker 1: hear the curse, wherewith I cursed him because the Good
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  Speaker 1: was dead. But lo I am grown wiser, knowing that
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  Speaker 1: our own hearts have made a phantom called the Good,
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  Speaker 1: while a few years have sped over a little planet.
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  Speaker 1: And what should the great Lord know of it? Who
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  Speaker 1: tosses the dust of chaos and gives the suns their parts?
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  Speaker 1: Hither and thither he moves them for an hour? We
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  Speaker 1: see the show of it, only a little hour, and
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  Speaker 1: the life of the race is done. And here he
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  Speaker 1: builds a nebula, and there he slays the sun and
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  Speaker 1: works his own fierce pleasure. All things he shall fulfill.
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  Speaker 1: And O, my poor dspina, do you think he ever
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  Speaker 1: hears the wail of hearts? He has broken the sound
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  Speaker 1: of human ill. He cares not for our virtues, our
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  Speaker 1: little hopes and fears. And how could it all go on? Love?
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  Speaker 1: If he knew of laughter and tears? Ah, sweet, if
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  Speaker 1: a man could cheat him, If you could flee away
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  Speaker 1: into some other country beyond the rosy West, to hide
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  Speaker 1: in the deep forests, and be forever at rest from
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  Speaker 1: the rankling hate of God and the outworn world's decay poem,
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  Speaker 1: Nine Night after the Fret and failure of this day
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  Speaker 1: and weariness of thought. O Mother night, come with soft
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  Speaker 1: kiss to soothe our careway, and all our little tumults
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  Speaker 1: set to right, most pitiful of all deaths, kindred fair
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  Speaker 1: riding above us through the curtained air on thy dust
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  Speaker 1: car Thou scatterest to the earth, sweet dreams and drowsy
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  Speaker 1: charms of tender might and lover's dear delight before tomorrow's birth.
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  Speaker 1: Thus art thou wont thy quiet lands to leave, and
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  Speaker 1: pillared courts beyond the milky way, wherein thou terreest all
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  Speaker 1: our solar day, while unsubstantial dreams before thee weave a
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  Speaker 1: foamy dance, and fluttering fancies play about thy palace and
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  Speaker 1: the silver ray of some far moony globe. But when
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  Speaker 1: the hour the long expected comes, the ivory gates open
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  Speaker 1: on noiseless hinge before thy bower unbidden, and the jeweled
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  Speaker 1: chariot waits with magic steeds. Thou from the fronting rim,
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  Speaker 1: bending to urge them, whilst thy sea dark hair falls
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  Speaker 1: in ambrosial ripples. O'er each limb with beautiful pale arms,
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  Speaker 1: untrammeled bare for horsemanship, to those twin chargers fleet dost
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  Speaker 1: give full rain across the fires aglow in the wide
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  Speaker 1: floor of heaven, from off their feet, scattering the powdery
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  Speaker 1: star dust as they go, come swiftly down the sky,
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  Speaker 1: O lady Knight, fall through the shadow country, O most kind,
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  Speaker 1: shake out thy strands of gentle dreams and light for chains,
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  Speaker 1: wherewith thou still art used to bind, with tenderest love
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  Speaker 1: of careful leeches, art the bruised and wi heart. In
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  Speaker 1: slumber blind poem ten to Sleep, I will find out
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  Speaker 1: a place for thee o sleep, a hidden wood among
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  Speaker 1: the hilltops, green full of soft streams and little winds
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  Speaker 1: that creep the murmuring boughs, between a hollow cup above
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  Speaker 1: the ocean, placed where nothing rough nor loud nor harsh
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  Speaker 1: shall be but woodland, light and shadow, interlaced and summer,
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  Speaker 1: sky and sea. There in the fragrant twilight, I will
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  Speaker 1: raise a secret altar of the rich sea sod whereat,
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  Speaker 1: to offer sacrifice and praise unto my lonely God, do
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  Speaker 1: sacrifice of his own drowsy flowers, the deadening poppies in
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  Speaker 1: an ocean shell, round which through all well forgotten days
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  Speaker 1: and hours, the great seas wove their spell so May
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  Speaker 1: he send me dreams of dear delight, and drafts of
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  Speaker 1: cool oblivion, quenching pain, and sweet half wakeful moments in
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  Speaker 1: the night to hear the falling rain, and when he
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  Speaker 1: meets me at the dusk of day, to call me
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  Speaker 1: home for ever. This I ask that he may lead
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  Speaker 1: me friendly on that way, and wear no frightful mask.
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  Speaker 1: Poem eleven. In prison, I cried out for the pain
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  Speaker 1: of man. I cried out for my bitter wrath, against
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  Speaker 1: the hopeless life that ran for ever in a circling
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  Speaker 1: path from death to death, since all began, till on
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  Speaker 1: a summer night, I lost my way in the pale
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  Speaker 1: starlight and saw planet far small, through endless depths of nothing,
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  Speaker 1: fall a lonely pinprick spark of light upon the wide
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  Speaker 1: and folding night, with leagues on leagues of stars above it,
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  Speaker 1: and powdered dust of stars below. Dead things that neither
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  Speaker 1: hate nor love it. Not even their own loveliness can
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  Speaker 1: know being but cosmic dust and dead. And if some
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  Speaker 1: tears be shed, some evil God have power, some crown
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  Speaker 1: of sorrow, sit upon a little world for a little hour,
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  Speaker 1: Who shall remember, who shall care for it? Poem twelve
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  Speaker 1: De profundis Come, Let us curse our master. Ere we
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  Speaker 1: die for all our hopes in endless ruin lie the
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  Speaker 1: good is dead. Let us curse God most high. Four
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  Speaker 1: thousand years of toil and hope and thought, wherein man
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  Speaker 1: labored upward and still wrought new worlds and better Thou
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  Speaker 1: hast made as not. We built us joyful cities, strong
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  Speaker 1: and fair knowledge. We sought and gathered wisdom rare. And
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  Speaker 1: all this time you laughed upon our care. And suddenly
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  Speaker 1: the earth grew black with wrong. Our hope was crushed
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  Speaker 1: and silenced was our song. The heaven grew loud with weeping.
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  Speaker 1: Thou art strong, Come then and curse the lord over
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  Speaker 1: the earth. Gross darkness falls and evil was our birth,
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  Speaker 1: and our few happy days of little worth, even if
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  Speaker 1: it be not all a dream in vain, the ancient
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  Speaker 1: hope that still will rise again of a just God
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  Speaker 1: that cares for earthly pain. Yet far away, beyond our
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  Speaker 1: laboring night, he wanders in the death of endless light,
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  Speaker 1: singing alone his musics of delight. Only the far spent
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  Speaker 1: echo of his song. Our dungeons and deep cells can
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  Speaker 1: smite along, and thou art near, Thou art very strong
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  Speaker 1: O universal strength. I know it well. It is but
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  Speaker 1: froth of folly to rebel, for thou art Lord, and
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  Speaker 1: hast the keys of hell. Yet I will not bow
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  Speaker 1: down to THEE, nor love THEE. For looking in my
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  Speaker 1: own heart I can prove THEE and know this frail,
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  Speaker 1: bruised being is above thee. Our love, our hope, our
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  Speaker 1: thirsting for the right, our mercy, and long seeking of
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  Speaker 1: the light. Shall we change these for thy relentless might
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  Speaker 1: laugh then and slay shatter all things of worth, heap
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  Speaker 1: torment still on torment, for thy mirth. Thou art not Lord,
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  Speaker 1: while there are men on earth Poem thirteen Satan speaks,
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  Speaker 1: I am the Lord, your God, even he that made
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  Speaker 1: material things, and all these signs arrayed above you and
• 25:18
  Speaker 1: have set beneath the race of mankind who forget their
• 25:23
  Speaker 1: Father's face. And even while they drink my light of
• 25:27
  Speaker 1: day dream of some other gods, and disobey my warnings
• 25:31
  Speaker 1: and despise my holy laws, even though their sin shall
• 25:36
  Speaker 1: slay them. For which cause dreams dreamed in vain, a
• 25:41
  Speaker 1: never filled desire, and in close flesh, a spiritual fire,
• 25:46
  Speaker 1: a thirst for good, their kind shall not attain a
• 25:50
  Speaker 1: backward cleaving to the beast, to gain a loathing for
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  Speaker 1: the life that I have given, a haunted, twisted soul
• 25:58
  Speaker 1: forever riven between their will and mine, such lot I
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  Speaker 1: give white, Still am I, despite the vermin live they
• 26:08
  Speaker 1: hate my world? Then let that other God come from
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  Speaker 1: the outer space's glory shod and from this castle I
• 26:16
  Speaker 1: have built on night, steal forth my own thoughts children
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  Speaker 1: into light. If such an one there be, but far
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  Speaker 1: away he walks the airy fields of endless day, and
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  Speaker 1: my rebellious sons have called him long and vainly called
• 26:33
  Speaker 1: My order still is strong and like to me, nor
• 26:37
  Speaker 1: second Nune, I know whither the mammoth went. This creature,
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  Speaker 1: too shall go Poem fourteen. The Witch trapped amid the
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  Speaker 1: woods with guile, they've let her bound in Fettersville to death,
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  Speaker 1: a deadlier sol sorceress than any born for Earth's distress
• 27:04
  Speaker 1: since first the winner of the fleece bore home the
• 27:07
  Speaker 1: Kalkian Witch to Greece. Seven months with snare and gin,
• 27:12
  Speaker 1: they've sought the maid or wise within the forest's labyrinthine shade.
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  Speaker 1: The lonely woodman, half afraid far off her ragged form,
• 27:22
  Speaker 1: has seen sauntering down the alley's green, or crouched in
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  Speaker 1: godless prayer alone at eve before a druid stone. But
• 27:33
  Speaker 1: now the bitter chase is one. The quarries caught her.
• 27:37
  Speaker 1: Magic's done. The bishops brought her strongest spell to nought,
• 27:42
  Speaker 1: with candle, book and bell, with holy water splashed upon her.
• 27:47
  Speaker 1: She goes to burning and dishonor too deeply damned to
• 27:51
  Speaker 1: feel her shame. For though beneath her hair of flame,
• 27:55
  Speaker 1: her thoughtful head be lowly bowed, it droops for meditation,
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  Speaker 1: proud impenitent and pondering. Yet things no memory can forget,
• 28:06
  Speaker 1: starry wonders she has seen brooding in the wild wood
• 28:10
  Speaker 1: green with holiness. For who can say in what strange
• 28:15
  Speaker 1: crew she loved to play, What demons or what gods
• 28:19
  Speaker 1: of old deep mysteries under her have told at dead
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  Speaker 1: of night in worship, bent at ruined shrines magnificent, Or
• 28:28
  Speaker 1: how the quivering wills she sent alone into the great alone,
• 28:33
  Speaker 1: where all is loved and all is known. Who now
• 28:36
  Speaker 1: lifts up her maiden eyes and looks around with soft
• 28:40
  Speaker 1: surprise upon the noisy, crowded square the city oafs that
• 28:46
  Speaker 1: nod and stare the bishop's court that gathers there, the
• 28:50
  Speaker 1: fagots and the blackened steak, where sinners die for justice sake.
• 28:56
  Speaker 1: Now she is set upon the pile. The mob grows
• 29:00
  Speaker 1: still a little while, till low before the eager folk
• 29:04
  Speaker 1: upcurls a thin blue line of smoke, alas the full
• 29:09
  Speaker 1: fed burghers cry that evil loveliness must die Poem fifteen
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  Speaker 1: Dungeon grates so piteously the lonely soul of man shudders
• 29:29
  Speaker 1: before this universal plan. So grievous is the burden and
• 29:33
  Speaker 1: the pain, so heavy weighs the long material chain from
• 29:38
  Speaker 1: cause to cause, too merciless for hate, the nightmare march
• 29:43
  Speaker 1: of unrelenting fate. I think that he must die thereof
• 29:47
  Speaker 1: unless ever and again, across the dreariness, there came a
• 29:52
  Speaker 1: sudden glimpse of spirit faces, a fragrant breath to tell
• 29:57
  Speaker 1: of flowery places and wider ocean breaking on the shore
• 30:02
  Speaker 1: from which the hearts of men are always sore. It
• 30:06
  Speaker 1: lies beyond endeavor, neither prayer nor fasting, nor much wisdom
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  Speaker 1: winneth there, seeing how many prophets and wise men have
• 30:16
  Speaker 1: sought for it, and still returned again with hope, undone.
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  Speaker 1: But only the strange power of unsought beauty, in some
• 30:25
  Speaker 1: casual hour, can build a bridge of light or sound
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  Speaker 1: or form to lead you out of all this strife
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  Speaker 1: and storm. When of some beauty we are grown apart,
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  Speaker 1: till from its very glory's midmost heart out leaps a
• 30:40
  Speaker 1: sudden beam of larger light into our souls. All things
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  Speaker 1: are seen aright amid the blinding pillar of its gold,
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  Speaker 1: seven times more true than what for truth we hold
• 30:53
  Speaker 1: in vulgar hours. The miracle is done, and for one
• 30:58
  Speaker 1: little moment we are won with the eternal stream of
• 31:01
  Speaker 1: loveliness that flows so calm aloft from all distress, yet
• 31:07
  Speaker 1: leaps and lives around us as a fire, making us
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  Speaker 1: faint with over strong desire to sport and swim forever
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  Speaker 1: in its deep. Only a moment, Oh, but we shall
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  Speaker 1: keep our vision. Still. One moment was enough. We know
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  Speaker 1: we are not made of mortal stuff, and we can
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  Speaker 1: bear all trials that come after the hate of men
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  Speaker 1: and the fool's loud, beastial laughter, and nature's rule and
• 31:37
  Speaker 1: cruelties unclean, for we have seen the glory we have
• 31:41
  Speaker 1: seen Poem sixteen. The philosopher who shall be our prophet
• 31:53
  Speaker 1: then chosen from all the sons of men to lead
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  Speaker 1: his fellows on the way of hidden knowledge, delving deep
• 32:02
  Speaker 1: to nameless mysteries that keep their secret from the solar day.
• 32:07
  Speaker 1: Or who shall pierce with surer eye this shifting veil
• 32:12
  Speaker 1: of bitter sweet and find the real things that lie
• 32:16
  Speaker 1: beyond this turmoil which we greet with such a wasted
• 32:20
  Speaker 1: wealth of tears. Who shall cross over for us the
• 32:24
  Speaker 1: bridge of fears and pass into the country where the
• 32:27
  Speaker 1: ancient mothers dwell? Is it an elder bent and hoar,
• 32:33
  Speaker 1: who where the waste Atlantic swell on lonely beeches makes
• 32:37
  Speaker 1: its roar in his solitary tower through the long night,
• 32:42
  Speaker 1: hour by hour, pours on old books with watery eye,
• 32:47
  Speaker 1: when all his youth has passed him by, and folly
• 32:51
  Speaker 1: is schooled, and love is dead and frozen, fancy laid abed,
• 32:57
  Speaker 1: while in his veins the gradual blood slackens to a
• 33:01
  Speaker 1: marish flood. For he rejoiceth not in the ocean's might.
• 33:07
  Speaker 1: Neither the sun giveth delight, nor the moon by night
• 33:11
  Speaker 1: shall call his feet to wander in the haunted forest lawn.
• 33:16
  Speaker 1: He shall no more rise Suddenly in the dawn, when
• 33:20
  Speaker 1: mists are white, and the dew lies pearly cold and
• 33:24
  Speaker 1: cold on every meadow, to take his joy of the
• 33:28
  Speaker 1: season early, the opening flower and the westward shadow. And
• 33:33
  Speaker 1: scarcely can he dream of laughter and love. They lie
• 33:37
  Speaker 1: so many leaden years behind. Such eyes are dim and blind,
• 33:43
  Speaker 1: and the sad aching head that nods above his monstrous
• 33:47
  Speaker 1: books can never know the secret we would find. But
• 33:52
  Speaker 1: let our seer be young and kind and fresh and
• 33:55
  Speaker 1: beautiful of show, and taken ear the lusty head and
• 34:00
  Speaker 1: rapture of his youth be dead. Ere the gnawing peasant
• 34:04
  Speaker 1: reason school him over deep in treason to the ancient
• 34:08
  Speaker 1: highest state of his fancies, principate that he may live
• 34:13
  Speaker 1: a perfect hole, a mask of the eternal soul, and
• 34:17
  Speaker 1: cross at last the shadowy bar to where the ever
• 34:21
  Speaker 1: living are Poems seventeen, the ocean strand, Oh, leave the
• 34:32
  Speaker 1: laboring roadways of the town, the shifting faces, and the
• 34:36
  Speaker 1: changeful hue of markets and broad echoing streets that drown
• 34:42
  Speaker 1: the heart's own silent music, Though they too sing in
• 34:46
  Speaker 1: their proper rhythm and still delight the friendly ear that
• 34:50
  Speaker 1: loves warm humankind. Yet it is good to leave them
• 34:54
  Speaker 1: all behind. Now, when from lily dawn to purple night,
• 34:58
  Speaker 1: summer is queen. Summer is queen in all the happy land,
• 35:03
  Speaker 1: far far away, among the valleys green. Let us go
• 35:07
  Speaker 1: forth and wander hand in hand beyond those solemn hills
• 35:12
  Speaker 1: that we have seen so often, welcome home the falling
• 35:15
  Speaker 1: sun into their cloudy peaks when day was done. Beyond them,
• 35:21
  Speaker 1: till we find the ocean strand and hear the great
• 35:24
  Speaker 1: waves run with the waste song, whose melodies I'd follow,
• 35:28
  Speaker 1: and weary not from many a summer day born of
• 35:32
  Speaker 1: the vaulted breaker's arching hollow, before they flash and scatter
• 35:37
  Speaker 1: into spray on. If we should be weary of their play,
• 35:42
  Speaker 1: then I would lead you further into land, where, with
• 35:45
  Speaker 1: their ragged walls, the stately rocks shunt in smooth courts
• 35:49
  Speaker 1: and paved with quiet sand to silence dedicate the sea.
• 35:54
  Speaker 1: God's flocks have rested here, and mortal eyes have seen
• 35:59
  Speaker 1: by great advents at the dead of noon, a lonely
• 36:02
  Speaker 1: nereid drowsing half a swoon, buried beneath her dark and
• 36:07
  Speaker 1: dripping locks poem eighteen noon noon, and in the garden
• 36:19
  Speaker 1: bower the hot air quivers o'er the grass the little lake,
• 36:23
  Speaker 1: as smooth as glass, and still so heavily the hour
• 36:28
  Speaker 1: drags that scarce the proudest flower, pressed upon its burning bed,
• 36:34
  Speaker 1: has strength to lift a languid head rose and fainting
• 36:38
  Speaker 1: violet by the water's margin, set swoon and sink as
• 36:43
  Speaker 1: they were dead, though their weary leaves be fed with
• 36:47
  Speaker 1: the foam drops of the pool, where it trembles dark
• 36:51
  Speaker 1: and cool, wrinkled by the fountain spraying o'er it, and
• 36:56
  Speaker 1: the honey bee humses drowsy melody and wanders in his
• 37:00
  Speaker 1: coarse as straying through the sweet and tangled glade with
• 37:04
  Speaker 1: his golden mead o'erladen, where beneath the pleasant shade of
• 37:09
  Speaker 1: the darkling boughs a maiden, milky limb and fiery tress,
• 37:15
  Speaker 1: all its sweetest, random laid slumbers, drunken with the excess
• 37:20
  Speaker 1: of the noontide's loveliness. Poem nineteen Milton read again in Surrey,
• 37:35
  Speaker 1: three golden months, while summer on a stole, I have
• 37:39
  Speaker 1: read your joyful tale another time, breathing more freely in
• 37:43
  Speaker 1: that larger climb, and learning wiselier to deserve the whole
• 37:49
  Speaker 1: your spirit master has been close at hand and guided
• 37:53
  Speaker 1: me still, pointing treasures rare, thick, sown where I before
• 37:57
  Speaker 1: saw nothing fair, and finding waters in the barren land
• 38:03
  Speaker 1: barren once thought because my eyes were dim like one,
• 38:07
  Speaker 1: I am grown to whom the common field and often
• 38:11
  Speaker 1: wandered copes one morning yield new pleasures. Suddenly for over
• 38:15
  Speaker 1: him falls the weird spirit of unexplained delight, new mystery
• 38:20
  Speaker 1: in every shady place, in every whispering tree, a nameless grace,
• 38:26
  Speaker 1: new rapture on the windy's seaward height. So may she
• 38:30
  Speaker 1: come to me, teaching me well to savor all these
• 38:34
  Speaker 1: sweets that lie to hand in wood and lane about
• 38:37
  Speaker 1: this pleasant land, though it be not the land where
• 38:40
  Speaker 1: I would dwell Poem twenty Sonnet. The stars come out,
• 38:52
  Speaker 1: the fragrant shadows fall about a dreaming garden, still in sweet.
• 38:58
  Speaker 1: I hear the unseen bats above me, bleat among the
• 39:02
  Speaker 1: ghostly moths, their hunting call, and twinkling glow worms all
• 39:07
  Speaker 1: about me. Crawl now for a chamber dim, a pillow
• 39:12
  Speaker 1: meet for slumbers, deep as death, a faultless sheet, cool,
• 39:17
  Speaker 1: white and smooth. So may I reach the hall with
• 39:22
  Speaker 1: poppies strewn where sleep that is so dear. With magic
• 39:26
  Speaker 1: sponge can wipe away an hour or twelve and make
• 39:30
  Speaker 1: them not Why not a year? Why could a man
• 39:34
  Speaker 1: not loiter in that bower until a thousand painless cycles wore?
• 39:39
  Speaker 1: And then what if it held him evermore? Poem twenty one.
• 39:47
  Speaker 1: The autumn morning see the pale autumn dawn is faint
• 39:54
  Speaker 1: upon the lawn that lies in powdered white of hoar,
• 39:58
  Speaker 1: frost dight. And now from tree to tree the ghostly
• 40:03
  Speaker 1: mist we see hung like a silver pall to hallow all.
• 40:08
  Speaker 1: It wreathes the burdened air so strangely everywhere that I
• 40:13
  Speaker 1: could almost fear this silence drear where no one song
• 40:18
  Speaker 1: bird sings, and dream that wizard things mighty for hate
• 40:23
  Speaker 1: or love were close Above. White is the fog and
• 40:27
  Speaker 1: fair drifting through the middle air in magic dances. Dread
• 40:33
  Speaker 1: o'er my head. Yet these should know me too, lover
• 40:37
  Speaker 1: and bondman, true one that is honored well the mystic
• 40:42
  Speaker 1: spell of eversmost solemn hours, wherein the ancient powers of
• 40:47
  Speaker 1: dryad el for fawn or leprechaun oft have their faces
• 40:52
  Speaker 1: shown to me that walked alone seashore or haunted fen
• 40:57
  Speaker 1: or mountain Glen. Wherefore I will not fear to walk
• 41:02
  Speaker 1: the woodland seer into this autumn day, far far away.
• 41:11
  Speaker 1: End of Part one, The Prison House. This is a
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• 41:26
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• 41:33
  Speaker 1: Recording made by Robert Garrison. For more information on this reader,
• 41:39
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• 41:46
  Speaker 1: a cycle of lyrics by Clive Hamilton, Part two hesitation
• 41:57
  Speaker 1: Poem twenty two La prenti socier. Suddenly there came to
• 42:04
  Speaker 1: me the music of a mighty sea that on a
• 42:07
  Speaker 1: bare and iron shore thundered with a deeper roar than
• 42:12
  Speaker 1: all the tides that leap and run with us below
• 42:15
  Speaker 1: the real sun. Because the place was far away, above,
• 42:20
  Speaker 1: beyond our homely day, neighboring close the frozen clime, where
• 42:25
  Speaker 1: out of all the woods of time amid the frightful Seraphim,
• 42:29
  Speaker 1: the fierce cold eyes of Godhead gleam, revolving hate and misery,
• 42:35
  Speaker 1: and wars and famines yet to be. And in my
• 42:39
  Speaker 1: dreams I stood alone upon a shelf of weedy stone,
• 42:44
  Speaker 1: and saw before my shrinking eyes the dark, enormous breakers
• 42:48
  Speaker 1: rise and hover and fall, with deafening thunder of thwarted foam,
• 42:54
  Speaker 1: that echoed under the ledge, through many a cavern drear
• 42:59
  Speaker 1: with hollow sound of wintry fear, and through the waters
• 43:03
  Speaker 1: waste and gray thick strown for many a league away
• 43:08
  Speaker 1: out of the toiling sea, arose many a face and
• 43:12
  Speaker 1: form of those thin elemental people, dear who live beyond
• 43:17
  Speaker 1: our heavy sphere. And all at once, from far and near,
• 43:21
  Speaker 1: they all held out their arms to me, crying in
• 43:25
  Speaker 1: their melody. Leap in, Leap in, and take thy fill
• 43:29
  Speaker 1: of all the cosmic good and ill. Be as the
• 43:33
  Speaker 1: living ones that know enormous joy, enormous woe, pain beyond thought,
• 43:38
  Speaker 1: and fiery bliss for all thy study. Hunted this on
• 43:43
  Speaker 1: wings of magic, to arise and wash from off thy
• 43:47
  Speaker 1: filmed eyes the cloud of cold mortality, to find the
• 43:52
  Speaker 1: real life and be, as are the children of the deep,
• 43:56
  Speaker 1: Be bold, and dare the glorious leap, or to thy
• 43:59
  Speaker 1: shame go slink again back to the narrow ways of men.
• 44:05
  Speaker 1: So all these mocked me as I stood striving to wake,
• 44:09
  Speaker 1: because I feared the flood Poem twenty three, alexandrines, there
• 44:21
  Speaker 1: is a house that most of all on earth I hate.
• 44:25
  Speaker 1: Though I have passed through many sorrows, and have been
• 44:29
  Speaker 1: in bloody fields, sad seas, and countries desolate, Yet most
• 44:34
  Speaker 1: I fear that empty house, where the grass is green
• 44:38
  Speaker 1: grow in the silent court, the gaping flags between, and
• 44:43
  Speaker 1: down the moss grown paths and terrace. No man treads,
• 44:48
  Speaker 1: where the old old weeds rise deep on the waste
• 44:51
  Speaker 1: garden beds, like eyes of one long dead. The empty
• 44:57
  Speaker 1: windows stare, and I fear to the garden. I fear
• 45:02
  Speaker 1: to linger there, For in that house I know a
• 45:05
  Speaker 1: little silent room where someone's always waiting, waiting in the
• 45:11
  Speaker 1: gloom to draw me with an evil eye and hold
• 45:15
  Speaker 1: me fast. Yet thither doom will drive me, and he
• 45:20
  Speaker 1: will win at last, Poem twenty four, In praise of
• 45:29
  Speaker 1: solid people. Thank God, there are solid folk who water
• 45:36
  Speaker 1: flowers and roll the lawn, and sit and sew, and
• 45:40
  Speaker 1: talk and smoke and snore all through the summer dawn,
• 45:44
  Speaker 1: who pass untroubled nights and days, full fed and sleepily content,
• 45:50
  Speaker 1: rejoicing in each other's praise. Respectable and innocent, who feel
• 45:56
  Speaker 1: the things that all men feel and think in well
• 45:59
  Speaker 1: worn grooves of thought, whose honest spirits never reel before
• 46:03
  Speaker 1: man's mystery. Overwrought, yet not unfaithful nor unkind with work
• 46:10
  Speaker 1: day virtues, surely stayd theirs is the sane and humble mind,
• 46:15
  Speaker 1: and dull affections undismayed. O happy people, I have seen
• 46:22
  Speaker 1: no verse yet written in your praise and truth to
• 46:25
  Speaker 1: tell the time has been. I would have scorned your
• 46:29
  Speaker 1: easy ways, but now, through weariness and strife, I learn
• 46:34
  Speaker 1: your worthiness. Indeed, the world is better for such life
• 46:39
  Speaker 1: as stout suburban people lead. Too often have I sat
• 46:44
  Speaker 1: alone when the wet night falls heavily and fretting winds
• 46:48
  Speaker 1: around me, moan and homeless, longing vexes me for lore
• 46:53
  Speaker 1: that I shall never know, and visions none can hope
• 46:56
  Speaker 1: to see till brooding works upon me. So a childish
• 47:01
  Speaker 1: fear steals over me. I look around the empty room,
• 47:05
  Speaker 1: the clock still ticking in its place, and all else
• 47:09
  Speaker 1: silent as the tomb, till suddenly I think a face
• 47:14
  Speaker 1: grows from the darkness just beside. I turn, and lo
• 47:18
  Speaker 1: it fades away, and soon another phantom tide of shifting
• 47:23
  Speaker 1: dreams begins to play, and dusky galleys past me, sail
• 47:28
  Speaker 1: full freighted on a fairy sea. I hear the silken
• 47:31
  Speaker 1: merchants hail across the ringing waves to me. Then suddenly
• 47:37
  Speaker 1: again the room familiar books about me piled, and I
• 47:41
  Speaker 1: alone amid the gloom by one more mocking dream beguiled,
• 47:47
  Speaker 1: and still no neared to the light, and still no
• 47:50
  Speaker 1: further from myself, alone and lost in clinging night, the
• 47:55
  Speaker 1: clocks still ticking on the shelf. Then do I envy
• 47:59
  Speaker 1: solid folk who sit of evenings by the fire after
• 48:03
  Speaker 1: their work, and doze and smoke, and are not fretted
• 48:07
  Speaker 1: by desire? End of Part two Hesitation. This is a
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• 48:25
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• 48:32
  Speaker 1: Recording made by Robert Garrison. For more information on this reader,
• 48:37
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• 48:45
  Speaker 1: cycle of lyrics by Clive Hamilton, Part three the escape
• 48:56
  Speaker 1: poem twenty five of the Pilgrims. O dwellers at the
• 49:05
  Speaker 1: back of the North wind, What have we done to you?
• 49:09
  Speaker 1: How have we send, wandering the earth from Orkney unto end,
• 49:15
  Speaker 1: with many deaths. Our fellowship is thinned, our flesh is
• 49:19
  Speaker 1: withered in the parching wind. Wandering the earth from Orkney
• 49:24
  Speaker 1: unto end, we have no rest. We cannot turn again
• 49:30
  Speaker 1: back to the world and all her fruitless pain, having
• 49:33
  Speaker 1: once sought the land where ye remain, Some say ye
• 49:38
  Speaker 1: or not. But a god we know that somewhere, somewhere
• 49:43
  Speaker 1: past the northern snow, waiting for us, the red rose
• 49:48
  Speaker 1: gardens blow. The red rose and the white rose gardens
• 49:52
  Speaker 1: blow in the green northern land to which we go.
• 49:57
  Speaker 1: Surely the ways are long, and the years are slow.
• 50:01
  Speaker 1: We have forsaken all things sweet and fair. We have
• 50:05
  Speaker 1: found nothing worth a moment's care, because the real flowers
• 50:09
  Speaker 1: are blowing there, Land of the lotus, fallen from the sun,
• 50:15
  Speaker 1: land of the lake, from whence all rivers run, Land
• 50:19
  Speaker 1: where the hope of all our dreams is won. Shall
• 50:23
  Speaker 1: we not somewhere sea at close of day the green
• 50:27
  Speaker 1: walls of that country far away, and hear the music
• 50:31
  Speaker 1: of her fountains play. So long we have been wandering,
• 50:35
  Speaker 1: all this while by many a perilous sea and drifting isle,
• 50:40
  Speaker 1: we scarce shall dare to look thereon and smile. Yea
• 50:45
  Speaker 1: when we are drawing very near to thee, and when
• 50:48
  Speaker 1: at last the ivory port we see, our hearts will
• 50:52
  Speaker 1: faint with mere felicity. But we shall wake again in
• 50:56
  Speaker 1: gardens bright of green and gold, for in infinite delight,
• 51:01
  Speaker 1: sleeping beneath the solemn mountains white, while from the flowery
• 51:06
  Speaker 1: copses still unseen, sing out the crooning birds that ne'er
• 51:11
  Speaker 1: have been touched by the hand of winter, frore and
• 51:14
  Speaker 1: lean and ever living queens that grow not old, and
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  Speaker 1: poets wise, and robes of fairy gold whisper a wild
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  Speaker 1: sweet song that first was told ere God sat down
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  Speaker 1: to make the milky way. And in those gardens we
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  Speaker 1: shall sleep and play forever and forever and a day, Ah,
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  Speaker 1: dwellers at the back of the north wind, What have
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  Speaker 1: we done to you? How have we sinned that ye
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  Speaker 1: should hide beyond the northern wind land of the Lotus,
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  Speaker 1: fallen from the sun. When shall your hidden flowery veils
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  Speaker 1: be won, and all the travail of our way be done?
• 51:57
  Speaker 1: Very far we have searched, We have seen the Scythian
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  Speaker 1: waste that bears no soft nor green, and near the
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  Speaker 1: hideous pass our feet have been. We have heard sirens
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  Speaker 1: singing all night long, beneath the unknown stars, their lonely
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  Speaker 1: song in friendless seas, beyond the pillars strong, nor by
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  Speaker 1: the dragon daughter of Hippocras, nor the veil of the
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  Speaker 1: devil's head we have feared to pass. Yet is our
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  Speaker 1: labor lost and vain alas scouring the earth from Orkney
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  Speaker 1: unto end, tossed on the seas and withered in the wind,
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  Speaker 1: We seek and seek your land? How have we send?
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  Speaker 1: Or is it all a folly of the wise, bidding
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  Speaker 1: us walk these ways with blinded eyes, while all around
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  Speaker 1: us real flowers arise. But by the very God we know,
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  Speaker 1: We know that somewhere still beyond the northern snow, waiting
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  Speaker 1: for us, the red rose gardens blow Poem twenty six Song.
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  Speaker 1: Fairies must be in the woods, or the satyr's laughing
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  Speaker 1: broods tritons in the summer sea. Else, how could the
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  Speaker 1: dead things be half so lovely as they are? How
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  Speaker 1: could wealth of star on star, dusted o'er the frosty
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  Speaker 1: night fill thy spirit with delight? And lead thee from
• 53:34
  Speaker 1: this care of thine up among the dreams Divine, Were
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  Speaker 1: it not that each and all of them that walk
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  Speaker 1: the heavenly hall is in truth a happy isle, where
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  Speaker 1: eternal meadows smile, and golden globes of fruit are seen
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  Speaker 1: twinkling through the orchard's green. Were the other people go
• 53:56
  Speaker 1: on the bright sward to and fro Adam's dead could
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  Speaker 1: never thus stir the human heart of us unless the
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  Speaker 1: beauty that we see, the veil of endless beauty, be
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  Speaker 1: filled full of spirits that have trod far hence along
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  Speaker 1: the heavenly sod, and see the bright footprints of God
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  Speaker 1: Poem twenty seven. The ass I woke and rose and
• 54:29
  Speaker 1: slipped away to the heathery hills in the morning gray,
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  Speaker 1: in a field where the dew lay cold and deep,
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  Speaker 1: I met an ass new roused from sleep. I stroked
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  Speaker 1: his nose, and I tickled his ears, and spoke soft
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  Speaker 1: words to quiet his fears. His eyes stared into the
• 54:51
  Speaker 1: eyes of me, and he kissed my hands of his courtesy,
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  Speaker 1: O big brown brother, out of the waist, How do
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  Speaker 1: thistles for breakfast taste? And do you rejoice in the
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  Speaker 1: dawn Divine with a heart that is glad no less
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  Speaker 1: than mine? For brother, the depth of your gentle eyes
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  Speaker 1: is strange and mystic as the skies. What are the
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  Speaker 1: thoughts that grow behind down in the midst of a
• 55:20
  Speaker 1: donkey mind? Can it be true as the wise men
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  Speaker 1: tell that you are a mask of God as well,
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  Speaker 1: and as in us, so in you no less speaks
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  Speaker 1: the eternal loveliness and words of the lips that all
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  Speaker 1: things know among the thoughts of a donkeygo, however it be,
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  Speaker 1: O four foot brother, fair to day is the earth
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  Speaker 1: our mother, God send you peace and delight thereof, and
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  Speaker 1: all green meat of the waste you love, and guard
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  Speaker 1: you well from violent men who'd put you back in
• 55:57
  Speaker 1: the shafts again. But the ass had far too wise
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  Speaker 1: ahead to answer one of the things I said, So
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  Speaker 1: he twitched his fair ears up and down, and turned
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  Speaker 1: to nuzzle his shoulder. Brown Poem twenty eight ballad me steek,
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  Speaker 1: The big red house is barren lone, the stony garden
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  Speaker 1: waist and sear with blight of breezes, ocean blown to pinch,
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  Speaker 1: the wakening of the year. My kindly friends, with busy cheer,
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  Speaker 1: my wretchedness could plainly show, They tell me I am
• 56:41
  Speaker 1: lonely here. What do they know? What do they know?
• 56:47
  Speaker 1: They think that while the gables moan and easement's creak
• 56:51
  Speaker 1: in winter drear, I should be piteously alone, without the
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  Speaker 1: speech of comrades dear and friendly, for my sake the
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  Speaker 1: fear it grieves them thinking of me, so while all
• 57:04
  Speaker 1: their happy life is near. What do they know? What
• 57:08
  Speaker 1: do they know? That? I have seen the Dagda's throne
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  Speaker 1: in sunny lands without a tear, and found a forest
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  Speaker 1: all my own to ward with magic shield and spear,
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  Speaker 1: where through the stately towers I rear for my desire
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  Speaker 1: around me go immortal shapes of beauty clear. They do
• 57:30
  Speaker 1: not know. They do not know the friends I have
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  Speaker 1: without a peer, beyond the western ocean's glow, whither the
• 57:41
  Speaker 1: fairy galleys steer. They do not know. How should they know?
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  Speaker 1: Poem twenty nine Night. I know a little druid would
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  Speaker 1: where I would slumber if I could, and have the
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  Speaker 1: murmuring of the stream to mingle with a midnight dream,
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  Speaker 1: and have the holy hazel trees to play above me
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  Speaker 1: in the breeze, and smell the thorny eglantine, for there
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  Speaker 1: the white owls all night long, in the scented gloom
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  Speaker 1: divine hear the wild, strange, tuneless song of fairy voices,
• 58:24
  Speaker 1: thin and high as the bats unearthly cry, and the
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  Speaker 1: measure of their shoon, dancing, dancing under the moon, until
• 58:34
  Speaker 1: amid the pale of dawn, the wandering stars begin to swoon. Ah,
• 58:40
  Speaker 1: leave the world and come away. The windy folk are
• 58:45
  Speaker 1: in the glade, And men have seen their rebels laid
• 58:49
  Speaker 1: in secret on some flowery lawn underneath the beeching covers.
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  Speaker 1: Kings of old, I've heard them say, here have found
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  Speaker 1: them fairy lovers that charm them out of life, and
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  Speaker 1: kissed their lips with cold lips unafraid, And such a
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  Speaker 1: spell around them made that they have passed beyond the
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  Speaker 1: mist and found the country under wave, Kings of old,
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  Speaker 1: whom none could save, Poem thirty Oxford. It is well
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  Speaker 1: that there are places of peace and discipline, and dreaming
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  Speaker 1: and desire. Lest we forget our heritage and cease the
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  Speaker 1: spirit's work to hunger and aspire, lest we forget that
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  Speaker 1: we were born divine. Now tangled in red battle's animal net, murder,
• 59:48
  Speaker 1: the work and lust, the anodyne pains of the beast,
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  Speaker 1: gainst bestial solas set but this shall never be. To
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  Speaker 1: us remains one city that has nothing of the beast,
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  Speaker 1: that was not built for gross material gains, sharp wolfish power,
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  Speaker 1: or empire's glutted feast. We are not wholly brute. To
• 1:00:14
  Speaker 1: us remains a clean, sweet city, lulled by ancient streams,
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  Speaker 1: a place of visions and of loosening chains, a refuge
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  Speaker 1: of the elect, a tower of dreams. She was not
• 1:00:29
  Speaker 1: builded out of common stone, but out of all men's
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  Speaker 1: yearning and all prayer, that she might live eternally, our own,
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  Speaker 1: the spirit's stronghold, barred against despair Poem thirty one, Hymn
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  Speaker 1: for Boy's Voices. All the things magicians do could be
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  Speaker 1: done by me you freely. If we only knew human
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  Speaker 1: children every day could play at games the fairies play,
• 1:01:08
  Speaker 1: if they were but shown the way every man a
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  Speaker 1: god would be laughing through eternity, if as God's his
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  Speaker 1: eyes could see all the wizardries of God, slaying matter
• 1:01:22
  Speaker 1: with a nod, charming spirits with his rod, with the
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  Speaker 1: singing of his voice, making lonely lands rejoice, leaving us
• 1:01:32
  Speaker 1: no will nor choice. Drawing headlong, me and you, as
• 1:01:37
  Speaker 1: the piping orpheus drew man and beast the mountains through
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  Speaker 1: by the sweetness of his horn, calling us from land's
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  Speaker 1: forlorn nearer to the widening morn. All that loveliness of
• 1:01:51
  Speaker 1: power could be man's peculiar dower, even mine. This very hour,
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  Speaker 1: we should reach the hidden land and grow immortal out
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  Speaker 1: of hand. If we could but understand, we could revel
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  Speaker 1: day and night in all power and all delight, if
• 1:02:09
  Speaker 1: we learned to think aright Poem thirty two, our daily bread.
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  Speaker 1: We need no barbarous words nor solemn spell to raise
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  Speaker 1: the unknown. It lies before our feet. There have been
• 1:02:29
  Speaker 1: men who sank down into hell in some suburban street,
• 1:02:34
  Speaker 1: and some there are that, in their daily walks have
• 1:02:37
  Speaker 1: met archangels fresh from sight of God. Or watch how
• 1:02:42
  Speaker 1: in their beans and cabbage stalks, long files of fairy
• 1:02:46
  Speaker 1: trod often me too. The living voices call in many
• 1:02:51
  Speaker 1: a vulgar and habitual place. I catch a sight of
• 1:02:55
  Speaker 1: lands beyond the wall. I see a strange God's face,
• 1:03:00
  Speaker 1: And some day this work will work upon me. So
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  Speaker 1: I shall arise and leave both friends and home, and
• 1:03:07
  Speaker 1: over many lands. A pilgrim go through alien woods and foam,
• 1:03:13
  Speaker 1: seeking the last steep edges of the earth, whence I
• 1:03:17
  Speaker 1: may leap into that gulf of light, wherein before my
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  Speaker 1: narrowing self had birth, part of me lived aright Poem
• 1:03:29
  Speaker 1: thirty three. How he saw Angus the God. I heard
• 1:03:38
  Speaker 1: the swallows sing in the eaves, and rose all in
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  Speaker 1: a strange delight, while others slept and down the creaking
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  Speaker 1: stair alone tiptoes, so carefully I crept. The house was dark,
• 1:03:52
  Speaker 1: with silly blinds yet drawn, But outside the clean air
• 1:03:56
  Speaker 1: was filled with light. And underneath my feet the cold,
• 1:04:00
  Speaker 1: wet lawn with dew was twinkling bright. The cobwebs hung
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  Speaker 1: from every branch, and spray gleaming with pearly strands of
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  Speaker 1: laden thread. And long and still the morning shadows lay
• 1:04:15
  Speaker 1: across the meadows, spread at that pure hour, when yet
• 1:04:20
  Speaker 1: no sound of man stirs in the whiteness of the
• 1:04:24
  Speaker 1: wakening earth. Alone, through innocent solitudes, I ran, singing aloud
• 1:04:30
  Speaker 1: from Earth till I had found the open mountain heath
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  Speaker 1: yellow with gorse, and rested there and stood to gaze
• 1:04:39
  Speaker 1: upon the misty sea beneath, or on the neighboring wood,
• 1:04:44
  Speaker 1: that little wood of hazel and tall pine and yngling fir,
• 1:04:49
  Speaker 1: where oft. We have loved to see the level beams
• 1:04:52
  Speaker 1: of early morning shine freshly from tree to tree. Through
• 1:04:57
  Speaker 1: the denser wood there's many a pool of deep and
• 1:05:01
  Speaker 1: night born shadow lingers. Yet where the new wakened flowers
• 1:05:05
  Speaker 1: are damp and cool, and the long grass is wet
• 1:05:10
  Speaker 1: in the sweet heather. Long I rested there, looking upon
• 1:05:13
  Speaker 1: the dappled early sky, when suddenly, from out the shining air,
• 1:05:18
  Speaker 1: a god came flashing by, swift naked, eager, piteously fair,
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  Speaker 1: with a live crown of birds about his head, singing
• 1:05:28
  Speaker 1: and fluttering, and his fiery hair for out behind him
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 1: spread streamed like a rippling torch, upon the breeze of
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  Speaker 1: his own glorious swiftness. In the grass he bruised no
• 1:05:42
  Speaker 1: feathery stalk, and through the trees I saw his whiteness pass.
• 1:05:48
  Speaker 1: But when I followed him beyond the wood lo he
• 1:05:51
  Speaker 1: was changed into a solemn bull, that there upon the
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  Speaker 1: open pasture stood and browsed his lazy full poem thirty
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  Speaker 1: four The roads. I stand on the windy uplands, among
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  Speaker 1: the hills of Down, with all the world spread out beneath,
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  Speaker 1: meadow and sea and town and plow lands on the
• 1:06:20
  Speaker 1: far off hills that glow with friendly brown, and ever
• 1:06:25
  Speaker 1: across the rolling land, to the far horizon line, where
• 1:06:30
  Speaker 1: the blue hills border the misty west. I see the
• 1:06:33
  Speaker 1: white roads twine, the rail roads and the fair roads
• 1:06:37
  Speaker 1: that call this heart of mine. I see them dip
• 1:06:42
  Speaker 1: in the valleys and vanish, and rise and bend from
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  Speaker 1: shadowy dell to wind swept fell, and still to the
• 1:06:49
  Speaker 1: west they wend, and over the cold blue ridge, at
• 1:06:53
  Speaker 1: last to the great world's uttermost end. And the call
• 1:06:58
  Speaker 1: of the roads is upon me. A desire in my
• 1:07:01
  Speaker 1: heart has grown to wander forth in the highways TwixT
• 1:07:05
  Speaker 1: earth and sky alone, and seek for the lands no
• 1:07:09
  Speaker 1: foot has trod, and the seas no sail has known,
• 1:07:13
  Speaker 1: for the lands to the west of the evening and
• 1:07:16
  Speaker 1: east of the morning's birth, where the gods unseen and
• 1:07:19
  Speaker 1: their valleys green, are glad at the ends of the earth,
• 1:07:23
  Speaker 1: and fear no morrow to bring them sorrow, nor night
• 1:07:27
  Speaker 1: to quench their mirth. Poem thirty five. Hesperus through the
• 1:07:38
  Speaker 1: starry hollow of the summer night. I would follow, follow Hesperus,
• 1:07:44
  Speaker 1: the bright to seek beyond the western wave is garden
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  Speaker 1: of delight. Hesperus, the fairest of all gods that are
• 1:07:54
  Speaker 1: peace and dreams, Thou beast in thy shadowy car and
• 1:07:59
  Speaker 1: often in my evening walks, I bless thee from afar
• 1:08:04
  Speaker 1: stars without number, dust the noon of night thou, the
• 1:08:08
  Speaker 1: early slumber, and the still delight of the gentle twilight
• 1:08:12
  Speaker 1: hours rulest in thy right. When the pale skies shiver,
• 1:08:18
  Speaker 1: seeing night is done. Past the ocean river lightly, thou
• 1:08:23
  Speaker 1: dost run to look for pleasant, sleepy lands that never
• 1:08:28
  Speaker 1: fear the sun. Where beyond the waters of the outer sea,
• 1:08:34
  Speaker 1: thy triple crown of daughters that guards the golden Tree
• 1:08:38
  Speaker 1: sing out across the lonely tide, a welcome home to thee.
• 1:08:44
  Speaker 1: And while the old old dragon for joy lifts up
• 1:08:47
  Speaker 1: his head, they bring thee forth a flagon of nectar
• 1:08:51
  Speaker 1: foaming red. And underneath the drowsy trees of poppies, strew
• 1:08:56
  Speaker 1: thy bed ah that I could follow in thy footsteps,
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  Speaker 1: bright through the starry hollow of the summer night, sloping
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  Speaker 1: down the western ways to find my heart's delight Poem
• 1:09:13
  Speaker 1: thirty six. The star Bath a place uplifted towards the
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  Speaker 1: midnight sky, far far away among the mountains, old a
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  Speaker 1: treeless waste of rocks and freezing cold, where the dead,
• 1:09:30
  Speaker 1: cheerless moon rode neighboring by, and in the midst a
• 1:09:34
  Speaker 1: silent tarn, there lay a narrow pool, cold as the
• 1:09:39
  Speaker 1: tide that flows, where monstrous bergs beyond barannger stray, rising
• 1:09:45
  Speaker 1: from the sunless depths that no man knows thither, as
• 1:09:50
  Speaker 1: clustering fireflies have I seen at fixed seasons, all the
• 1:09:54
  Speaker 1: stars come down to wash in that cold wave, their
• 1:09:58
  Speaker 1: brightness clean, And when the special fire wherewith they crown
• 1:10:04
  Speaker 1: the wintry heavens and frost. Even as a flock of
• 1:10:09
  Speaker 1: falling birds down to the pool they came, I saw them,
• 1:10:13
  Speaker 1: and I heard the icy shock of stars engulfed with
• 1:10:17
  Speaker 1: hissing of faint flame. Ages ago before the birth of
• 1:10:21
  Speaker 1: men or earliest beast. Yet I was still the same
• 1:10:27
  Speaker 1: that now, remember, knowing not where or when Poem thirty
• 1:10:35
  Speaker 1: seven to the Quasierie. For all the lore of lodge
• 1:10:43
  Speaker 1: and mires, I cannot heal my torn desires, nor hope
• 1:10:49
  Speaker 1: for all that men can spear to make the riddling
• 1:10:52
  Speaker 1: earth grow clear. Though it were sure and proven well
• 1:10:57
  Speaker 1: that I shall prosper, as they tell, and fields beneath
• 1:11:01
  Speaker 1: a different sun, by shores where other oceans run. When
• 1:11:05
  Speaker 1: this live body that was I lies hidden from the
• 1:11:09
  Speaker 1: cheerful sky. Yet what were endless lives to me? If
• 1:11:14
  Speaker 1: still my narrow self I be, and hope and fail,
• 1:11:18
  Speaker 1: and struggle still and break my will against God's will,
• 1:11:23
  Speaker 1: to play for stakes of pleasure and pain, and hope
• 1:11:27
  Speaker 1: and fail and hope again, diluted, thwarted, striving elf, that
• 1:11:33
  Speaker 1: through the window of myself, as through a dark glass scarce,
• 1:11:37
  Speaker 1: can see a warped and masked reality. But when this
• 1:11:42
  Speaker 1: searching thought of mine is mingled in the large divine
• 1:11:46
  Speaker 1: and laughter that was in my mouth runs through the
• 1:11:50
  Speaker 1: breezes of the south. When glory I have built in dreams,
• 1:11:55
  Speaker 1: a long some fiery sunset gleams, and my dead sin
• 1:11:59
  Speaker 1: and foolishness grow one with nature's whole distress to perfect being.
• 1:12:05
  Speaker 1: I shall win, And where I end will life begin.
• 1:12:13
  Speaker 1: Poem thirty eight Lullaby, Lullaby, Lullaby. There's a tower, strong
• 1:12:23
  Speaker 1: and high, built of oak and brick and stone, stands
• 1:12:27
  Speaker 1: before a wood alone. The doors are of the oak,
• 1:12:32
  Speaker 1: so brown as any ale in Oxford Town. The walls
• 1:12:36
  Speaker 1: are builded warm and thick of the old red Roman brick.
• 1:12:41
  Speaker 1: The good gray stone is overall in arch, and floor
• 1:12:45
  Speaker 1: of the tower tall, and maidens three are living there,
• 1:12:49
  Speaker 1: all in the upper chamber, fair hung with silver, hung
• 1:12:53
  Speaker 1: with paul and stories painted on the wall. And softly
• 1:12:58
  Speaker 1: goes the whirring life in my lady's upper room. For
• 1:13:03
  Speaker 1: they shall spend both night and day until the stars
• 1:13:06
  Speaker 1: do pass away. But every night at evening the window
• 1:13:11
  Speaker 1: open wide. They fling, and one of them says a
• 1:13:14
  Speaker 1: word they know, and out as three white swans they go,
• 1:13:19
  Speaker 1: and the murmuring of the woods is drowned in the
• 1:13:22
  Speaker 1: soft wings whirring sound as they go, flying round around,
• 1:13:28
  Speaker 1: singing in swan's voices high a lonely, lovely lullaby Poem
• 1:13:37
  Speaker 1: thirty nine, World's Desire Love. There is a castle built
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  Speaker 1: in a country, desolate on a rock above a forest,
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  Speaker 1: where the trees are grim and great blasted with the
• 1:13:54
  Speaker 1: lightning sharp giant boulders strewn between, and the mountains rye above,
• 1:14:01
  Speaker 1: and the cold ravine echoes to the crushing roar and
• 1:14:05
  Speaker 1: thunder of a mighty river raging down a cataract. Very
• 1:14:10
  Speaker 1: tower and forest quiver, and the gray wolves are afraid,
• 1:14:15
  Speaker 1: and the call of birds is drowned, and the thought
• 1:14:18
  Speaker 1: and speech of man in the boiling water's sound. But
• 1:14:23
  Speaker 1: upon the further side of the barren sharp ravine, with
• 1:14:27
  Speaker 1: the sunlight on its turrets, is the castle scene, calm
• 1:14:31
  Speaker 1: and very wonderful, white above the green of the wet
• 1:14:36
  Speaker 1: and waving forest, slanted all away, because the driving northern
• 1:14:41
  Speaker 1: wind will not rest by night or day. Yet the
• 1:14:45
  Speaker 1: towers are sure above, very mighty is the stead. The
• 1:14:49
  Speaker 1: gates are made of ivory, the roofs of copper red,
• 1:14:54
  Speaker 1: round and round the warder's grave. Walk upon the walls forever,
• 1:14:59
  Speaker 1: and the wake take ful dragons couch in the ports
• 1:15:02
  Speaker 1: of ivory. Nothing is can trouble it, hate of the gods,
• 1:15:07
  Speaker 1: nor man's endeavor, and it shall be a resting place,
• 1:15:11
  Speaker 1: dear heart, for you and me. Through the wet and
• 1:15:15
  Speaker 1: waving forest with an age old sorrow laden singing of
• 1:15:19
  Speaker 1: the world's regret wanders wild the fairy maiden through the
• 1:15:24
  Speaker 1: thistle and the briar, through the tangles of the thorn,
• 1:15:28
  Speaker 1: till her eyes be dim with weeping, and her homeless
• 1:15:32
  Speaker 1: feet are torn often to the castle gate. Up she
• 1:15:36
  Speaker 1: looks with vain endeavor for her, soulless loveliness. To the
• 1:15:40
  Speaker 1: castle winneth never but within the sacred court, hidden high
• 1:15:45
  Speaker 1: upon the mountain, wandering in the castle gardens, lovely folk
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  Speaker 1: enough there be breathing in another air, drinking of a
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  Speaker 1: purer fountain. And among that folk, beloved, there's a place
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  Speaker 1: for you and me Poem forty death in battle. Open
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  Speaker 1: the gates for me, Open the gates of the peaceful
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  Speaker 1: castle rosy in the west, in the sweet dim isle
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  Speaker 1: of apples, over the wide sea's breast, Open the gates
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  Speaker 1: for me. Sorely pressed have I been, and driven and
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  Speaker 1: hurt beyond bearing this summer day. But the heat and
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  Speaker 1: the pain together suddenly fall away. All's cool and green,
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  Speaker 1: but a moment agone among men cursing in fight and toiling. Blinded,
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  Speaker 1: I fought, but the labor passed on a sudden even
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  Speaker 1: as a passing thought. And now alone, ah to be
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  Speaker 1: ever alone in flowery valleys, among the mountains, in silent ways,
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  Speaker 1: untrod in the dewy upland places in the garden of God.
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  Speaker 1: This would atone I shall not see the brutal, crowded
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  Speaker 1: faces around me, that, in their toil have grown into
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  Speaker 1: the faces of devils. Yea even as my own, when
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  Speaker 1: I find thee o country of dreams, beyond the tide
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  Speaker 1: of the ocean, hidden and sunk away, out of the
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  Speaker 1: sound of battles, near to the end of day, full
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  Speaker 1: of dim woods and streams. End of Part three, The
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  Speaker 1: Escape and End of Spirits and Bondage by Clive Hamilton,
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  Speaker 1: a pseudonym for C. S. Lewis,