CONTENTS
PAGE
DEDICATION—TOAMOUNTAIN
3
MARYRIVERS
8
KINGSBOROUGH
13
BEYONDKERGUELEN
20
BLACKLIZZIE
25
HY—BRASIL
33
JIMTHESPLITTER
38
MOONI
44
PYTHEAS
51
BILLTHEBULLOCKDRIVER
58
COORANBEAN
64
WHENUNDERNEATHTHEBROWNDEADGRASS
70
THEVOICEINTHEWILDOAK
73
BILLYVICKERS
80
PERSIA
87
LILITH
92
BOB
96
PETERTHEPICCANINNY
104
NARRARACREEK
111
INMEMORYOFJOHNFAIRFAX
117
ARALUEN
122
THESYDNEYINTERNATIONALEXHIBITION
127
CHRISTMASCREEK
145
ORARA
153
THECURSEOFMOTHERFLOOD
158
ONASPANISHCATHEDRAL
164
ROVER
173
THEMELBOURNEINTERNATIONALEXHIBITION
183
BYTHECLIFFSOFTHESEA
189
GALATEA
195
BLACKKATE
200
AHYDEPARKLARRIKIN
205
NAMESUPONASTONE
213
LEICHHARDT
218
AFTERMANYYEARS
225
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SONGSFROMTHEMOUNTAINS
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DEDICATION
TOAMOUNTAIN
TOthee，Ofatherofthestatelypeaks，Abovemeintheloftierlight—tothee，ImperialbrotherofthoseawfulhillsWhosefeetaresetinsplendidspheresofflame，Whoseheadsarewherethegodsare，andwhosesidesOfstrengtharebeltedroundwithallthezonesOfalltheworld，Idedicatethesesongs。
Andif，withinthecompassofthisbook，TherelivesandglowsoneverseinwhichtherebeatsThepulseofwindandtorrent—ifonelineIsherethatlikearunningwatersounds，Page：4
Andseemsanechofromthelandsofleaf，Besurethatlineisthine。Here，inthishome，Awayfrommenandbooksandalltheschools，ItaketheeformyTeacher。InthyvoiceOfdeathlessmajesty，I，kneeling，hearGod’sgrandauthenticGospel!Yearbyyear，ThegreatsublimecantataofthystormStrikesthroughmyspirit—fillsitwithalifeOfstartlingbeauty!ThoumyBibleart，Withholyleavesofrock，andflower，andtree，Andmoss，andshiningrunnel。FromeachpageThathelpstomakethyawfulvolume，I
Havelearnedanoblelesson。InthepsalmOfthygravewinds，andintheliturgyOfsingingwaters，lo!mysoulhasheardThehigherworship；andfromthee，indeed，ThebroadfoundationsofafinerhopeWeregatheredin；andthouhastliftedupTheblindhorizonforalargerfaith!
Moreover，walkinginexaltedwoodsPage：5
Ofnakedglory，inthegreenandgoldOfforestsunshine，IhavepausedlikeoneWithallthelifetransfigured；andafloodOflightineffablehasmademefeelAsfeltthegrandoldprophetscaughtawayByflamesofinspiration；butthewordsSufficientforthestoryofmyDreamArefartoosplendidforpoorhumanlips。
Butthou，towhomIturnwithreverenteyes—
OstatelyFather，whosemajesticfaceShinesfarabovethezoneofwindandcloud，Wherehighdominionofthemorningis—
ThouhasttheSongcompleteofwhichmysongsArepallidadumbrations!CertainsoundsOfstrongauthenticsorrowinthisbookMayhavethesobofuplandtorrents—these，Andonlythese，maytouchthegreatWorld’sheart；
For，lo!theyaretheissuesofthatgriefWhichmakesamanmorehuman，andhislifeMorelikethatfrank，exaltedlifeofthine。
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ButinthesepagesthereareothertonesInwhichthylarge，superiorvoiceisnot—
ThroughwhichnobeautythatresemblesthineHasevershone。ThesearethebrokenwordsOfblindoccasions，whentheWorldhascomeBetweenmeandmyDream。NosongishereOfmightycompass；formysingingrobesI’veworninstolenmoments。AllmydaysHavebeenthedaysofalaboriouslife，AndeveronmystrugglingsoulhasburnedThefierceheatofthishurriedsphere。Butthou，TowhosefairmajestyIdedicateMybookofrhymes—thouhasttheperfectrestWhichmakestheheavenofthehighestgods!
TotheethenoisesofthisviolenttimeArefar，faintwhispers；and，fromagetoage，Withintheworldandyetapartfromit，Thoustandest!RoundthylordlycapestheseaRollsonwithasuperbindifferenceForever；inthydeep，green，graciousglensPage：7
Thesilverfountainssingforever。FarAbovedimghostsofwatersinthecaves，TheroyalrobeofmorningonthyheadAbidesforever。EvermorethewindIsthyaugustcompanion；andthypeersArecloud，andthunder，andthefacesublimeOfbluemid—heaven!OnthyawfulbrowIsDeity；andinthatvoiceofthineThereisthegreatimperialutteranceOfGodforever；andthyfeetaresetWhereevermore，throughallthedaysandyears，Thererollsthegrandhymnofthedeathlesswave。
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MARYRIVERS
Pathbesidethesilverwaters，flashinginOctober’ssun—
Walk，bygreenandgoldenmarginswherethesisterstreamletsrun—
Twentyshiningspringshavevanished，fullofflower，andleaf，andbird，SincethestepofMaryRiversinyourlawnydellwasheard!
Twentywhite—hairedJuneshaveleftus—greywithfrostandbleakwithgale—
Sincethehandofherwelovedsopluckedtheblossomsinyourdale。
Twentysummers，twentyautumns，fromthegrandoldhillshavepassed，Withtheirrobesofroyalcolour，sincewesawthedarlinglast。
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Morningcomes—theblessedmorning!andtheslowsongofthesea，Likeapsalmfromradiantaltars，floatsacrossarose—redlea；
Thenthefair，strongnoondayblossoms，andthereaperseeksthecoolValleyofthemossandmyrtle，andtheglimmeringwater—pool。
Noondayflamesandeveningfollows；andthelordlymountainsrestHeadsarrayedwithtenfoldsplendourontherichheartoftheWest。
Eveningwalkswithmoonandmusicwherethehigherlifehasbeen；
ButthefaceofMaryRiverstherewillnevermorebeseen。
Ah!whenautumndellsaredewy，andthewaveisverystill，AndthatgreyghostcalledtheTwilightpassesfromthedistanthill—
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Eveninthehallowednightfall，whenthefatherssitanddream，Andthesplendidroseofheavenseesasisterinthestream—
OftendoIwatchthewatersgleaminginastarrybay，Thinkingofabygonebeauty，andaseasonfaraway；
Musingonthegracethatleftusinatimeofsingingrain，Ontheladywhowillneverwalkamongsttheseheathsagain。
Fourtherewere，buttwoweretaken；andthisdarlingwedeplore，Shewassweetestofthecircle—shewasdearestofthefour!
Inthedaytimeandthedewtimecomesthephantomofherface：
Nonewilleversitwhereshedid—nonewilleverfillherplace。
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WiththepassingofourMary，likeasunsetoutofsight，Passedawayourpurefirstpassion—allitslifeandallitslight!
Allthatmadetheworldadreamland—allthegloryandtheglowOfthefine，fresh，morningfeelingvanishedtwentyyearsago。
Girl，whosestrange，unearthlybeautyhauntsuseverinoursleep，Manygriefshavewornourheartsout—wearenowtootiredtoweep!
Timehastriedus，yearshavechangedus；butthesweetnessshedbyyouFallsuponourspiritsdaily，likedivine，immortaldew。
Shiningareourthoughtsaboutyou—oftheblossomspastrecall，Youarestilltheroseoflustre—stillthefairestofthemall；
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Inthesleepthatbringsthegarlandgatheredfromthebygonehours，YouarestillourMaryRivers—stillthequeenofalltheflowers。
Letmeask，wherenonecanhearme—Whenyoupassedintotheshine，Andyouheardagreatlovecalling，didyouknowthatitwasmine？
Inyourlifeoflightandmusic，tellmedidyoueversee，Shininginaholysilence，whatwasasaflameinme？
Ah，mydarling!noonesawit。PurerthanuntroddendewWasthatfirstunhappypassionburiedinthegravewithyou。
Birdandleafwillkeepthesecret—windandwoodwillnevertellMenthethingthatIhavewhispered。MaryRivers，fareyouwell!
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KINGSBOROUGH
Awavingofhatsandofhands，Thevoicesofthousandsinone，Ashoutfromtheringandthestands，Andaglitterofheadsinthesun!
``Theyareoff—theyareoff!’’istheroar，Asthecrackssettledowntotherace，Withthe``yellowandblack’’tothefore，AndthePanicbloodforcingthepace。
Atthebackofthecourse，andawayWheretherunning—groundhomeagainwheels，Grubbtravelsinfrontonthebay，Withafeather—weighthardathisheels。
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ButYeomans，yousee，isabout，AndthewilyNewZealanderwaits，Thoughthehigh—bloodedflyerisout，WhoseriderandcoloursareTait’s。
Look!AshworthcomesonwitharunTotheheadoftheLevitycolt；
Andthefleet—themagnificentsonOfPanicisshootinghisbolt。
HurrahfortheWeatherbitstrain!
AFireworksisfirstinthestraight；
And``AKelpiewillwinitagain!’’
Istheroarfromtheringtothegate。
Theleadermusthaveit—butno!
Forsee，fullofrunning，behindAbeautiful，wonderfulfoeWiththespeedofthethunderandwind!
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Aflashingofwhips，andacry，AndAshworthsitsdownonhishorse，WithKingsborough’sheadathisthighAndthe``field’’scatteredoverthecourse!
InaclamourofcallsandacclaimThepairraceawayfromthe``ruck：’’
Thehorsetothelastofitgame—
Amarvelofmuscleandpluck!
ButthefootoftheSapphoisthere，AndKingston’sinvinciblestrength；
Andthenumbersgoupintheair—
Thecoltisthefirstbyalength!
Thefirst，andthefavouritetoo!
Theterrorthatcamefromhisstall，Withthespiritoffireandofdew，Toshowtheroadhometothemall；
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FromthebackofthefieldtothestraightHehascome，asiseverhiswont，Andcarriedhiswelter—likeweight，Likeatradesman，rightthroughtothefront。
Norwonderatcheeringawit，Forthisisthepopularhorse，Thatneverwasbeatenwhen``fit’’
Byanyfourhoofsonthecourse；
TostarterforLegerorCup，HasheevershownfeatheroffearWhensaddleandriderwereupAndthecasetobearguedwasclear？
No!ratherthequestionlesspluckOfthebloodunaccustomedtoyield，Preferredtospread—eagletheruck，Andmakealongtailofthe``field’’。
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Bearwitness，yeloversofsport，Toracesofwhichhecanboast，Whenflyerbyflyerwascaught，Andbeatenbylengthsonthepost!
Lo!thisisthebeautifulbay—
Ofmany，themarvellousoneWhoshoweduslastseasonthewayThataLegershouldalwaysbewon。
Therewassomethingtolookatandlearn，Yeshrewdirreproachable``touts’’，WhenthePaniccolttiredattheturn，Andthethingwasallover—butshouts!
Aye，thatwasthe``spin’’，whenthetwainCamelockedbythebendofthecourse，TheZealanderpullinghisrein，Andtheveteranhardonhishorse!
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WhenAshworthwas``riding’’’twaslateForhisfriendstoapplaudonthestands，AndtheSapphocoltenteredthestraightWiththeraceoftheyearinhishands。
Justlookathiswithers，histhighs!
Andthewaythathecarrieshishead!
HasRichmondmorewonderfuleyes，OrMelbournethatspringinhistread？
Thegrand，theintelligentglanceFromaspiritthatfathomsandfeels，Makestheheartofahorse—loverdanceTillthewarm—bloodedlifeinhimreels。
WhatcarehaveIevertoknowHisownerbysightorbyname？
ThehorsethatIgloryinsoIsstillthemagnificentsame。
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IownIamproudofthepluckOfthesportsmanthatneverwasbought；
Butthenagthatspread—eagledtheruckIsboundtobefirstinmythought。
Forwhothathasmasculineflame，Orwhothatisthoroughatall，CanhelpfeelingjoyinthefameOfthiskingofthekingsofthestall？
WhatoddsifassumptionhassealedHissoullesshereafterabode，Solongasheshowstohis``field’’
Thegleamofhishoofs，andtheroad？
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BEYONDKERGUELEN
DownintheSouth，bythewastewithoutsailonit，Farfromthezoneoftheblossomandtree，Lieth，withwinterandwhirlwindandwailonit，Ghostofalandbytheghostofasea。
Weirdisthemistfromthesummittobaseofit；
Sunofitsheaveniswizenedandgrey；
Phantomoflifeisthelightonthefaceofit—
Neverisnightonit，neverisday!
Hereistheshorewithoutflowerorbirdonit；
Hereisnolitanysweetofthesprings—
Onlythehaughty，harshthunderisheardonit，Onlythestorm，withtheroarinitswings!
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Shadowofmoonisthemoonintheskyofit—
Wanasthefaceofawizard，andfar!
NeverthereshinesfromthefirmamenthighofitGraceoftheplanetorgloryofstar。
Alltheyearround，intheplaceofwhitedaysonit—
Alltheyearroundwherethereneverisnight—
Liesagreatsinister，bitter，blindhazeonit：
Growththatisneitherofdarknessnorlight!
Wildisthecryoftheseainthecavesbyit—
Seathatissmittenbyspearsofthesnow；
Desolatesongsarethesongsofthewavesbyit—
Downinthesouth，wheretheshipsnevergo。
StormfromthePoleisthesingerthatsingstoitHymnsofthelandattheplanet’sgreyverge。
Thunderdisclosesdark，wonderfulthingstoit—
Thunderandrain，andthedoloroussurge。
Hillswithnohopeofawingoraleafonthem，Scarredwiththechronicleswrittenbyflame，Page：22
Stare，throughthegloomofinscrutablegriefonthem，Downonthehornsofthegulfswithoutname。
Cliffs，withtherecordsoffierceflyingfiresonthem—
Loomoverperilouspitsofeclipse；
Alps，withanathemastampedinthespiresonthem—
Outbythewavewithacurseonitslips。
Neverissignofsoft，beautifulgreenonit—
Neverthecolour，thegloryofrose!
Neitherthefountainnorriverisseenonit，Nakeditscragsare，andbarrenitssnows!
Blueasthefaceofthedrownedistheshoreofit—
Shore，withthecapesofindefinitecave。
Strangeisthevoiceofitswind，andtheroarofitStartlesthemountainandhushesthewave。
Outtothesouthandawaytothenorthofit，Spectralandsadarethespacesuntold!
Alltheyearroundagreatcrygoethforthofit—
Sobofthisleperoflandsinthecold。
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Nomanhathstood，allitsbleak，bitteryearsonit—
Fallofafootonitswastesisunknown：
Onlythesoundofthehurricane’sspearsonitBreakswiththeshoutfromtheuttermostzone。
Blindareitsbayswiththeshadowofbaleonthem；
Stormsofthenadirtheirrockshaveuphurled；
Earthquakehathregistereddeeplyitstaleonthem—
Taleofdistressfromthedawnoftheworld!
Therearethegaps，withthesurgesthatseetheinthem—
Gapsinwhosejawsisamenacethatglares!
Therethewanreefs，withthemercilessteethinthem，Gleamonachaosthatstartlesandscares!
Backinthedawnofthisbeautifulsphere，onit—
Landofthedolorous，desolateface—
Beamedtheblueday；andthebountifulyearonitFosteredtheleafandtheblossomofgrace。
Grandwerethelightsofitsmidsummernoononit—
Morningsofmajestyshoneonitsseas；
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GlitterofstarandthegloryofmoononitFell，inthemarchofthemusicalbreeze。
Valleysandhills，withthewhisperofwinginthem，Dellsofthedaffodil—spacesimpearled，FloweredandflashedwiththesplendourofSpringinthem—
Backinthemornofthiswonderfulworld。
Softwerethewordsthatthethunderthensaidtoit—
Saidtothislustreofemeraldplain；
Sunbroughttheyellow，thegreen，andtheredtoit—
Sweetwerethesongsofitssilveryrain。
VoicesofwaterandwindinthebaysofitLingered，andlulledlikethepsalmofadream。
Fairwerethenightsandeffulgentthedaysofit—
Moonwasinshadowandshadeinthebeam。
Summer’schiefthronewasthemarvellouscoastofit，HomeoftheSpringwasitsluminouslea：
Gardenofglitter!ButonlytheghostofitMoansinthesouthbytheghostofasea。
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BLACKLIZZIE
TheglovedandjewelledbardswhosingOfPippa，Maud，andDorothea，HavehardlydonethehandsomethingForyou，myinkyCytherea。
FlowerofalandwhosesunnyskiesArelikethedomeofDante’sclime，Theymighthavepraisedyourlips，youreyes，And，eke，youranklesintheirrhyme!
Butletthempass!Torightyourwrong，AspasiaoftheardentSouth，YourpoetmeanstosingasongWithsomeprolixityofmouth。
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I’llevensketchyouasyouareInHerrick’sstyleofcarelessness，NotoverstockedwiththingsthatbarAnampleview—towit，withdress。
Youhaveyourblanket，itistrue；
Butthen，ifIamrightatall，WhatbestwouldsuitadamelikeyouWaswornbyEvebeforetheFall。
Indeed，the``fashion’’isathingThatnevercrampedyourcornlesstoes：
YoursinglejewelisaringSlunginyourpenetratednose。
Ican’tdetecttheflowinglinesOfGrecianfeaturesinyourface，NoraretherepatentanysignsThatlinkyouwiththeRomanrace。
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Inshort，IdonotthinkyourmouldResembles，withitsknobsofbone，ThefairHellenicshapesofoldWhoseperfectformssurviveinstone。
Still，ifthecharmcalledBeautyliesInamplenessofearandlip，Andnostrilsofexceedingsize，Youareagem，myladyship!
Here，squattingbythedoubtfulflameOfthreepoorsticks，withoutaroofAboveyourhead，impassivedameYouliveon—somewhathunger—proof。
ThecurrentscandalsofthedayDon’ttroubleyou—youseemtotakeThingsinthecoolestsortofway—
Andwisest—foryouhavenoache。
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Yousmokeapipe—ofcourse，youdo!
Aboutaninchinlengthorless，Which，fromasexualpointofview，Marssomehowyourattractiveness。
But，ratherthanresigntheweed，You’dshockus，whites，bychewingit；
ForetiquetteisnotindeedAthingthatbothersyouabit。
Yourpeople—takethemasawhole—
Arecarelessonthescoreofgrace；
Andhenceyouneedn’tcombyourpollOrdecorateyourunctuousface。
Still，seeingthatalittlesoapWouldsoftenanexcessoftint，You’llpardonmyadvance，Ihope，Ingivingyouagentlehint。
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Youhaveyourlovers—duskybeauxNotmadeofthepoeticstuffThatsportsanApolloniannose，AndwearsasleekByroniccuff。
ButratherofarougherclayUnmixedwithovermuchromance，FarbetteratthewildwoodfrayThanspinninginaballroomdance。
ThesescarcelyarethesonneteersThatsingtheirlovesinfaultlessclothes：
YourfriendshavemoredecidedearsAndmorecapaciousnessofnose。
Nodoubttheysuityoubest—althoughTheywooyouroughlyitissaid：
TheirwayofcourtshipisablowStruckwithanullahonthehead。
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Itdoesn’thurtyoumuch—thethingIshardlynoveltoyourlife；
And，sansthefeastandmarriagering，Youmakeagoodimpromptuwife。
Thishastysortofweddingmight，Inothercases，bringdistress；
Butthen，yourdraper’sbillsarelight—
You’refrugalinregardtodress。
Youhavenopassionfortheplay，Orpark，orothershowyscenes；
And，hence，youhavenoscorestopay，Andlivewithinyourhusband’smeans。
Ofcourse，hisincomeisn’tlarge，—
Andnottoocertain—stillyouthriveBysteeringwellinsidethemarge，Andkeepyourlittleonesalive。
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Inshort，insomerespectsyousetAfineexample；andafewOfthosewhitematronsIhavemetWouldshowsomesensebycopyingyou。
Hereletuspart!Iwillnotsay，Oladyfreefromscentsandstarch，Thatyouarelike，inanyway，Theauthoressof``Middlemarch’’。
OnecannotmatchherperfectphraseWithcommonplacesfromyourlip；
AndyettherearesomesexualtraitsThatshowyourdimrelationship。
Indeed，inspiteofallthemistsThatgrowfromsocialcodes，IseeTheliberallikenesswhichexistsThroughoutourwholehumanity。
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AndthoughI’velaughedatyourexpense，ODryadoftheduskyrace，NomanwhohasaheartandsenseWouldbringdispleasuretoyourface。
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HY—BRASIL
``DAUGHTER，’’saidtheancientfather，pausingbytheeveningsea，``Turnthyfacetowardsthesunset—turnthyfaceandkneelwithme!
Prayerandpraiseandholyfasting，lipsofloveandlifeoflight，Theseandthesehavemadetheeperfect—shiningsaintwithseraph’ssight!
Looktowardsthatflamingcrescent—lookbeyondthatglowingspace—
Tellme，sisteroftheangels，whatisbeaminginthyface？’’
Andthedaughter，whohadfasted，whohadspentherdaysinprayer，Page：34
TillthegloryoftheSaviourtouchedherheadandrestedthere，Turnedhereyestowardsthesea—line—sawbeyondthefierycrest，Floatingoverwavesofjasper，farHy—Brasilinthewest。
Allthecalmnessandthecolour—allthesplendourandrepose，Flowingwherethesunsetflowered，likeasilver—heartedrose!
ThereindeedwassingingEden，wherethegreatgoldriverrunsPasttheporchandgatesofcrystal，ringedbystrongandshiningones!
ThereindeedwasGod’sowngarden，sailingdownthesapphiresea—
Lawnydellsandslopesofsummer，dazzlingstreamandradianttree!
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Outagainstthehushedhorizon—outbeneaththereverentday，FlamedtheWonderonthewaters—flamedandflashedandpassedaway。
Andthemaidenwhohadseenitfeltahandwithinherown，Andanangelthatweknownotledhertothelandsunknown。
Neversincehatheyebeheldit—neversincehathmortal，dazedByitsstrange，unearthlysplendour，onthefloatingEdengazed!
OnlyoncesinceEvewentweepingthroughathrongofglitteringwings，HaththeholyseenHy—Brasilwherethegreatgoldriversings!
Onlyoncebyquietwaters，understill，resplendentskies，Page：36
DidthesisteroftheseraphskneelinsightofParadise!
She，thepure，theperfectwoman，sanctifiedbypatientprayer，HadtheeyesofsaintsofHeaven，alltheirgloryinherhair：
ThereforeGodtheFatherwhisperedtoaradiantspiritnear—
``ShowOurdaughterfairHy—Brasil—showherthis，andleadherhere。’’
Butbeyondthehallsofsunset，butwithinthewondrouswest，Ontherose—redseasofevening，sailstheGardenoftheBlest。
Stillthegatesofglassybeauty，stillthewallsofglowinglight，Shineonwavesthatnomanknowsof，outofsoundandoutofsight。
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Yettheslopesandlawnsoflustre，yetthedellsofsparklingstreams，Diptotranquilshoresofjasper，wherethewatchingangelbeams。
But，behold，oureyesarehuman，andourwayispavedwithpain，WecanneverfindHy—Brasil，neverseeitshillsagain；
Neverlookonbaysofcrystal，neverbendthereverentkneeInthesightofEdenfloating—floatingonthesapphiresea!
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JIMTHESPLITTER
ThebardwhoissingingofWollombiJimIshardlyjustnowintherequisitetrimTositonhisPegasusfairly；
Besides，heisbluntlyinformedbytheMuseThatJimisasubjectnosingershouldchoose；
ForJimispoeticalrarely。
ButbeingfullupofthemythsthatareGreek—
Oftheclassic，and``noble，andnude，andantique，’’
Whichmeansnotaragbutthepelton；
ThispoetintendstogiveDaphnetheslip，Forthesakeofaheroinmoleskinandkip，Withajumperandsnake—bucklebelton。
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NopartyisJimofthePericlestype—
Heismodernrightupfromthetoetothepipe；
Andbeingnoreaderorroamer，Hehasn’tEuripidesmuchinthehead；
Andletitbecarefully，tenderlysaid，HeneverhasanalysedHomer。
Hecanroaroutasongofthetwopennykind；
But，knowingthebeggarsowell，I’minclinedTobelievethata``par’’aboutKelly，Therascalwhoskulkedundershadowofcurse，IsmoreinhislinethanthehappiestverseOntheglitteringpagesofShelley。
Youmustn’t，however，adjudgehiminhaste，BecausearedrobberismoretohistasteThanRuskin，Rossetti，orDante!
Yousee，hewasbredinabangalowwood，AndbangalowpithwastheprincipalfoodHismotherservedoutinhershanty。
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Hisknowledgeisthis—hecantellinthedarkWhattimberwillsplitbythefeelofthebark；
Androughashismannerofspeechis，HiswitstotheforehecanreadilybringInpassingoffashasthegenuinethingWhenscarceintheforestthebeechis。
Ingirthingatreethathesells``intheround，’’
Heassumes，asarule，thatthebodyissound，Andmeasures，forgettingtobarkit!
Hemaybeaninny，butstilltheolddogCanplugtoperfectionthepipeofalogAnd``palmit’’awayonthemarket。
Hesplitsafairshingle，butholdstotheruleOfhisfather’s，and，haply，hisgrandfather’sschool；
Whichmeansthatheneverhasblundered，Whentyinghisshingles，byslinginginmoreThantherecognizednumberofninetyandfourTothebundlehesellsforahundred!
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Whenaskedbythemarketforironbarkred，ItalwaysoccurstotheWollombiheadTodoa``mahogany’’swindle。
Inforestswherenevertheironbarkgrew，WhenJimisatwork，itwouldflabbergastyouToseehowthe``ironbarks’’dwindle。
Hecansticktothesaddle，canWollombiJim，Andwhenabuckjumperdispenseswithhim，Theleathergoesoffwiththerider。
And，astoateam，overgullyandhillHecantravelwithtwelveonthebreadthofaquillAndbosstheunlucky``offsider。’’
Heshinesathisbestatthetillerofsaw，Onthetopofthepit，wherehiswhisperislawTothegentlemanworkingbelowhim。
Whenthepairofthempauseinacircleofdust，Likeamonarchheposes—exalted，august—
There’snothingthisplanetcanshowhim!
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Foramanisamanwhocan``sharpen’’and``set；’’
AndheistheonlythingmasculineyetAccordingtosawyerandsplitter—
OrratheraccordingtoWollombiJim；
Andnothingwilltemptmetodifferfromhim，ForJimisabitofahitter。
But，beingfullup，we’llallowhimtorip，Alongwithhislingo，hissaw，andhiswhip—
Heisn’ttheclassical``notion；’’
And，afteranightinhis``humpy，’’yousee，ApersonoforthodoxhabitswouldbeRefreshedbyadipintheocean。
Totothimrightupfromtheheeltothehead，Heisn’ttheGrecianofwhomwehaveread—
Hisfaceisatrifletooshady。
ThenymphingreenvalleysofThessalydimWouldnever``jackup’’heroldloverforhim，Forshehasthetastesofalady。
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Somuchforourhero!AstatuesquefootWouldsufferbywearingthatheavy—nailedboot—
ItsownerishardlyAchilles。
However，he’shappy!Hecutsagreat``fig’’
Inthelandwhereacoatisnopartofthe``rig’’—
Inthecountryofdamperand``billies。’’
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MOONI
（WrittenintheShadowof1872）
AH，tobebyMooninow!
Wherethegreatdarkhillsofwonder，ScarredwithstormandcleftasunderBythestrongswordofthethunder，Makeanightonmorning’sbrow!
JusttostandwhereNature’sfaceisFlushedwithpowerinforestplaces—
WhereofGodauthentictraceis—
Ah，tobebyMooninow!
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JusttobebyMooni’ssprings!
Theretostand，theshiningsharerOfthatlargerlife，andrarerBeautycaughtfrombeautyfairerThanthehumanfaceofthings!
SoulofminefromsinabhorrentFainwouldhidebyflashingcurrent，Likeasisterofthetorrent，FarawaybyMooni’ssprings。
HethatisbyMooninow，Seesthewater—sapphiresgleamingWheretheRiverSpirit，dreaming，SleepsbyfallandfountainstreamingUnderluteofleafandbough—
Hears，wherestampofstormwithstressis，PsalmsfromunseenwildernessesDeepamongstfarhill—recesses—
HethatisbyMooninow。
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Yea，forhimbyMooni’smargeSingstheyellow—hairedSeptember，WiththefacethegodsrememberWhentheridgeisburnttoember，Andthedumbseachainsthebarge!
Wherethemountlikemoltenbrassis，Downbeneathfern—featheredpasses，NoondaydewincoolgreengrassesGleamsonhimbyMooni’smarge。
WhothatdwellsbyMooniyet，Feels，inflowerfulforestarches，SmitingwingsandbreaththatparchesWherestrongSummer’spathofmarchis，Andthesunsinthunderset？
HousedbeneaththegraciouskirtleOftheshadowywatermyrtle，Windsmayhisswithheat，andhurtle—
HeissafebyMooniyet!
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Daystherewerewhenhewhosings（Dumbsolongthroughpassion’slosses）
StoodwhereMooni’swatercrossesShiningtractsofgreen—hairedmosses，Likeasoulwithradiantwings；
Thenthepsalmthewindrehearses—
ThenthesongthestreamdispersesLentabeautytohisverses，Whoto—nightofMoonisings。
Ah，thetheme—thesad，greytheme!
Certaindaysarenotaboveme，Certainheartshaveceasedtoloveme，CertainfanciesfailtomovemeLiketheaffluentmorningdream。
Headwhereonthewhiteisstealing，Heartwhosehurtsarepastallhealing，Whereisnowthefirstpurefeeling？
Ah，thetheme—thesad，greytheme!
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Sinandshamehavelefttheirtrace!
Hewhomocksthemighty，graciousLoveofChrist，witheyesaudacious，Huntingafterfiresfallacious，Wearstheissueinhisface。
SoulthatfloutedgiftandGiver，LikethebrokenPersianriver，Thouhastlostthystrengthforever!
Sinandshamehavelefttheirtrace。
Intheyearsthatusedtobe，Whenthelarge，supremeoccasionBroughtthelifeofinspiration，Likeagod’stransfigurationWastheshiningchangeinme。
Then，whereMooni’sgloryglances，Clear，divinercountenancesBeamedonmelikeblessedchances，Intheyearsthatusedtobe。
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Ah，thebeautyofoldways!
ThenthemanwhosoresembledLordsoflightunstained，unhumbled，TouchedtheskirtsofChrist，nortrembledAtthegrandbenignantgaze!
NowheshrinksbeforethesplendidFaceofDeityoffended，Allthelovelinessisended!
Allthebeautyofoldways!
StilltobebyMoonicool—
Wherethewater—blossomsglister，And，bygleamingvaleandvista，SitstheEnglishApril’ssisterSoftandsweetandwonderful。
JusttorestbeyondtheburningOuterworld—itssneersandspurning—
Ah!myheart—myheartisyearningStilltobebyMoonicool!
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Now，byMooni’sfairhillheads，Lo，thegoldgreenlightsareglowing，Where，becausenowindisblowing，FancyhearstheflowersgrowingIntheherbywatersheds!
Faintitis—thesoundofthunderFromthetorrentsfarthereunder，Wherethemeetingmountainsponder—
Now，byMooni’sfairhillheads。
JusttobewhereMooniis，EvenwherethefiercefallracesDownaugust，unfathomedplaces，Whereofsunormoonnotraceis，Andthestreamsofshadowshiss!
HaveInotanamplereasonSotolongfor—sickoftreason—
Somethingofthegrandoldseason，JusttobewhereMooniis？
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PYTHEAS
GAULwhosekeelinfar，dimagesploughedwanwidthsofpolarsea—
GrayoldsailorofMassilia，whohathwovenwreathforthee？
Whoamongsttheworld’shighsingerseverbreathedthetalesublimeOfthemanwhocoastedEnglandinthemistydawnoftime？
Leavesoflaurel，lightsofmusic—theseandthesehavenevershedGloryonthenameunheardof，lustreonthevanishedhead。
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Lordsofsong，andthesearemany，neveryethaveraisedthelayForthewhite，wind—beatenseamanofawild，forgottenday。
HarpofshiningsonofGodheadstillisasavoiceaugust；
ButthemanwhofirstsawBritainsleepsbeneathunnoticeddust。
Fromthefair，calmbaysHellenic，fromthecrescentsandthebends，RoundthewallofcrystalAthens，glowingingoldevening—ends，Sailedabroadthegrand，strongfather，withhisfacetowardsthesnowOftheawfulnorthernmountains，twentycenturiesago。
Ontheseasthatnonehadheardof，bytheshoreswherenonehadfurledPage：53
Wingofcanvas，passedthiseldertothelimitsoftheworld。
Luridlimits，loudwiththunderandtheroarofflamingcone，Ghastlytractsoficeandwhirlwindlyinginadim，blindzone，Bitterbeltsofnakedregion，girtaboutbycliffsoffear，WheretheSpiritoftheDarknessdwellsinheavenhalftheyear。
Yea，againstthewild，weirdThule，steeredthestrangerthroughthegatesOpenedbyafireeternal，intotempest—trampledstraits—
Thule，lyinglikeanightmareonthebordersofthePole：
Neitherland，norair，norwater，butamixtureofthewhole!
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Dumb，deadchaos，greyasspectre，nowamistandnowacloud，Wherethewindscryoutforever，andthewaveisalwaysloud。
Herethelordofmanywaters，inthegreatexaltedyears，Sawthesightthatnomanknowsof—heardthesoundthatnomanhears—
FeltthatGodwasintheShadowereheturnedhisprowandspedTothesweetgreenfieldsofEnglandwiththesunshineoverhead。
InthedaywhenpallidPersiafledbeforetheThraciansteel，BythelandthatnowisLondonpassedthestrangeHellenickeel。
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Sailedthefatherthroughasilenceintheoldmajestichour。
Notasoundoffinorfeather，notanoteofwaveorbreeze，Vextthefaceofsleepingstreamlets，broketherestofstirlesstrees。
Notafootwasintheforest，notavoicewasinthewood，WhentheelderfromMassiliaoverEnglishwatersstood。
Allwasnew，andhushed，andholy—allwaspureuntroddenspace，Whenthelordofmanyoceansturnedtoitareverentface。
ManwhoknewresplendentAthens，setandframedinsilversea，DidnotdreamadreamofEngland—Englandoftheyearstobe!
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FriendoffathersliketoPlato—bardsaugustandhallowedseers—
Didnotseethattenfoldglory，Britainofthefutureyears!
SpiritfilledwithGrecianmusic，songsthatcharmthedarkaway，Onthatlarge，supremeoccasion，didnotnotedivinerlay—
DidnothearthevoiceofShakespeare—allthemightylifewasstill，Downtheslopesthatdippedtoseaward，ontheshouldersofthehill；
ButthegoldandgreenwerebrighterthanthebloomofThraciansprings，Andastrange，surpassingbeautyshoneuponthefaceofthings。
Inagravethatnomanthinksof—backfromfar—forgottenbays—
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Sleepsthegrey，wind—beatensailoroftheoldexalteddays。
HethatcoastedWalesandDover，hethatfirstsawSussexplains，PassedawaywithheadunlaurelledinthewildThessalianrains。
Inaspacebyhanduntended，byafenofvapoursblind，Liesthekingofmanywaters—outofsightandoutofmind!
Noonebringstheyearlyblossom—noonecullstheflowerofgrace，Fortheshellofmightyfatherburiedinthatlonelyplace；
Butthewindsarelowandholy，andthesongsofsweetnessflow，Wherehefellasleepforever，twentycenturiesago。
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BILLTHEBULLOCKDRIVER
THEleadersofmillions，thelordsofthelands，WhoswaythewideworldwiththeirwillAndshakethegreatglobewiththestrengthoftheirhands，Flashpastus—unnoticedbyBill。
TheeldersofsciencewhomeasurethespheresAndweighthevastbulkofthesun—
Whoseethegrandlightsbeyondaeonsofyears，Arelessthanabullocktoone~。
Thesingersthatsweetenalltimewiththeirsong—
PurevoicesthatmakeusforgetHumanity’sdramaofmarvellouswrong—
ToBillareasmysteriesyet。
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Bythundersofbattleandnationsuphurled，Bill’ssympathiesneverwerestirred：
ThehelmsmenwhostandatthewheeloftheworldByhimareunknownandunheard。
WhattroublehasBillfortheruinoflands，Orthequarrelsoftempleandthrone，SolongasthewhipthatheholdsinhishandsAndtheteamthathedrivesarehisown？
Asstraightandassoundasaslabwithoutcrack，OurBillisakinginhisway；
Thoughhecampsbythesideofashingletrack，Andsleepsonthebedofhisdray。
Awhip—lashtohimisasdearasaroseWouldbetoadelicatemaid；
Hecarrieshisdarlingswhereverhegoes，Inapocket—booktatteredandfrayed。
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ThejoyofabardwhenhehappenstowriteAsonglikethesongofhisdreamIsnothingatalltoourhero’sdelightInthepluckandthestrengthofhisteam。
Forthekingsoftheearth，forthefacesaugustOfprinces，themillionsmayshout；
ToBill，ashelumbersalonginthedust，Abullock’sthegrandestthingout。
Hisfour—footedfriendsarethefriendsofhischoice—
NoloverisBillofyourdames；
ButthecattlethatturnatthesoundofhisvoiceHavethesweetestoffeaturesandnames。
Afather’schiefjoyisafavouriteson，Whenhereachessomeeminentgoal，ButtheprideofBill’sheartisthehairy—leggedoneThatpullswithawillatthepole。
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Hisdrayisnoliving，responsiblething，Buthegivesitthegenderoflife；
And，seeinghisfancyisfreeinthewing，Itsuitshimaswellasawife。
HethriveslikeanArab。BetweenthetwowheelsIshisbedroom，where，lyingup—curled，Hethinksforhimself，likeasultan，andfeelsThathishomeisthebestintheworld。
For，eventhoughcattle，likesubjects，willbreakAttimesfromtheyokeandtheband，Billknowshowtoactwhenhisruleisatstake，Andisthereforealordoftheland。
Ofcoursehemustdream；butbesurethathisdreams，Ifhappy，mustcompass，alas!
Fatbullocksatfeedbyimprobablestreams，Knee—deepinimprobablegrass。
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NopoetisBill，forthevisionsofnightTohimareasvisionsofday；
AndthepipethatinsleepheendeavourstolightIsthepipethathesmokesonthedray。
Tothemighty，magnificenttemplesofGod，Intheheartsofthedominanthills，Bill’seyesareasblindasthefire—blackenedclodThatburnsfarawayfromtherills。
Throughbeautiful，bountifulforeststhatscreenAmarvelofblossomsfromheat—
Whoselightsarethemellowandgoldenandgreen—
Billwalkswithirreverentfeet。
ThemanifoldsplendoursofmountainandwoodByBilllikenonentitiesslip；
HelovestheblackmyrtlebecauseitisgoodAsahandletolashtohiswhip。
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Andthusthroughtheworld，withaswinginhistread，Ourheroself—satisfiedgoes；
Withhiscabbage—treehatonthebackofhishead，Andthestringofitunderhisnose。
PoorbullockyBill!InthecirclesselectOfthescholarshehasn’taplace；
Buthewalkslikeaman，withhisforeheaderect，AndhelooksatGod’sdayintheface。
For，roughasheseems，hewouldshuddertowrongAdogwiththelossofahair；
AndtheangelsofshineandsuperlativesongSeehisheartandthedeitythere。
Fewknowhim，indeed；butthebeautythatglowsIntheforestislovelinessstill；
AndProvidencehelpingthelifeoftheroseIsaFriendandaFathertoBill。
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COORANBEAN
YEARSfifty，andseventoboot，havesmittenthechildrenofmenSincesoundofavoiceorafootcameoutoftheheadofthatglen。
Thebrandofblackdevilisthere—anevilwindmoanetharound—
Thereisdoom，thereisdeathintheair：acursegrowethupfromtheground!
Nonoiseoftheaxeorthesawinthathollowunholyisheard，Nofallofthehooforthepaw，nowhirrofthewingofthebird；
Butagreymotherdownbythesea，aswanasthefoamonthestrait，Hascountedthebeadsonherkneetheseforty—ninewintersandeight。
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Wheneveranelderisasked—awhite—headedmanofthewoods—
Oftheterriblemysterymaskedwherethedarkeverlastinglybroods，Besurehewillturntothebay，withhisbacktotheglenintherange，Andglidelikeaphantomaway，withacountenancepallidwithchange。
Fromthelineofdeadtimberthatliessupineatthefootoftheglade，Thefierce—featuredeaglehawkflies—afraidasadoveisafraid；
Butbackinthatwildernessdreadareafallandtheforksofaford—
Ah!prayanduncoveryourhead，andleanlikeachildontheLord。
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Likeanominousghostinthetrainofabitter，blackstormofthenorth!
Attheheadofthegullyunknownithangslikeaspiritofbale。
Andthenoiseofashriekandagroanstrikesupinthegustsofthegale。
Inthethroatofafeculentpitisthebeardofabloody—redsedge；
Andafoamlikethefoamofafitsweatsoutofthelipsoftheledge。
Butdowninthewaterofdeath，inthelivid，deadpoolatthebase—
Bowlow，withinaudiblebreath，beseechwiththehandstotheface!
Afurlongoffetid，blackfen，withgelid，greenpatchesofpond，Liesdumbbythehornsoftheglen—atthegatesofthehorrorbeyond；
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Andthosewhohavelookedonittelloftheterriblegrowthsthatarethere—
Thefloweragefosteredbyhell，theblossomsthatstartleandscare。
IfeverawanderingbirdshouldlightonGehennaslikethisBesurethatacrywillbeheard，andthesoundoftheflatadder’shiss。
ButhardbythejawsofthebendisaghastlyThingmattedwithmoss—
Ah，Lord!beafather，afriend，forthesakeoftheChristoftheCross。
BlackTom，withthesinewsoffive—thatneverahangmancouldhang—
Inthedaysoftheshackleandgyve，brokeloosefromtheguardsofthegang。
Thereafter，forseasonsascore，thisdevilprowledundertheban；
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Amateofredtalonandpaw，awolfintheshapeofaman。
But，ringedbyineffablefire，inathunderandwindofthenorth，TheswordofOmnipotentire—theboltofhighHeavenwentforth!
But，wanasthesorrowfulfoam，agreymotherwaitsbytheseaFortheboysthathavenevercomehomethesefifty—fourwintersandthree。
Fromthefoldsoftheforestedhillsthereareravelledandroundabouttracks，Becauseoftheterrorthatfillsthestrong—handedmenoftheaxe!
Oftheworkersawayintherangethereisnonethatwillwaitforthenight，Whenthestorm—strickenmoonisinchangeandthesinisterfogisinsight。
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Andlateranddeepinthedark，whenthebitterwindwhistlesabout，Thereisneverahowlorabarkfromthedoginthekennelwithout，Butthewhitefathersfastenthedoor，andoftenandoftentheystart，Atasoundlikeafootonthefloorandatouchlikeahandontheheart。
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WHENUNDERNEATHTHEBROWNDEADGRASS
WHENunderneaththebrowndeadgrassMywearybonesarelaid，IhopeIshallnotseetheglassAtninetyintheshade。
Itrustindeedthat，whenIlieBeneaththechurchyardpine，Ishallnothearthatstartlingcry```Thermom’isninety—nine!’’
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Ifoneshouldwhisperthroughmysleep``Comeupandbealive，’’
I’danswer—No，unlessyou’llkeepTheglassatsixty—five。
ImightbewillingifallowedTowearoldAdam’srig，AndmixamongstthecitycrowdLikePolynesian``nig’’。
Farbetterinthesodtolie，Withpasturingpigabove，Thanbroilbeneathacoppersky—
InsightofallIlove!
FarbettertobeturnedtograssTofeedthepoleycow，Thanbethehalfboiledbream，alas，ThatIamreallynow!
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ForcowandpigIwouldnothear，AndhoofIwouldnotsee；
ButiftheseitemsdidappearTheywouldn’ttroubleme。
Forah!thepeltofmortalmanWeighslessthanhalfaton，AndanysightisbetterthanAsultrysouthernsun。
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THEVOICEINTHEWILDOAK
（WrittenintheShadowof1872）
TWELVEyearsago，whenIcouldfaceHighheaven’sdomewithdifferenteyes—
Indaysfull—floweredwithhoursofgrace，Andnightsnotsadwithsighs—
IwroteasonginwhichIstroveToshadowforththystrainofwoe，Darkwidowedsisterofthegrove!—
Twelvewastedyearsago。
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ButyouthwasthentooyoungtofindThosehighauthenticsyllables，WhosevoiceislikethewinteringwindBysunlessmountainfells；
NorhadIsinnedandsufferedthenTothatsuperlativedegreeThatIwouldratherseek，thanmen，Wildfellowshipwiththee!
ButhewhohearsthisautumndayThymorethandeepautumnalrhyme，IsonewhosehairwasshotwithgreyByGriefinsteadofTime。
Hehasnoneed，likemanyabard，Tosingimaginarypain，Becausehebears，andfindsithard，ThepunishmentofCain。
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NomoreheseestheaffluenceWhichmakestheheartofNatureglad；
Forhehaslostthefine，firstsenseOfBeautythathehad。
TheolddelightGod’shappybreezeWaswonttogive，toGriefhasgrown；
Andtherefore，Niobeoftrees，Hissongislikethineown!
ButI，whoamthatperishedsoul，Havewastedsothesepowersofmine，ThatIcanneverwritethatwhole，Pure，perfectspeechofthine。
Somelordofwordsaugust，supreme，Thegrave，grandmelodydemands；
ThedarktranslationofthythemeIleavetootherhands。
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Yethere，whereploversnightlycallAcrossdim，melancholyleas—
WherecomesbywhistlingfenandfallThemoanoffar—offseas—
Agrey，oldFancyoftensitsBeneaththyshadewithtiredwings，Andfillsthystrong，strangerhymebyfitsWithawfulutterings。
ThentimestherearewhenallthewordsArelikethesentencesofoneShutinbyFatefromwindandbirdsAndlightofstarsandsun，Nodazzlingdryad，butadarkDream—hauntedspiritdoomedtobeImprisoned，cramptinbandsofbark，Foralleternity。
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Yea，likethespeechofoneaghastAtImmortalityinchains，WhattimethelordlystormridespastWithflamesandarrowyrains：
SomewanTithonusofthewood，Whitewithimmeasurableyears—
AnawfulghostinsolitudeWithmoaningmoorsandmeres。
AndwhenhighthundersmitesthehillAndhuntsthewilddogtohisden，Thycries，likemaledictions，shrillAndshriekfromglentoglen，AsifafrightfulmemorywhippedThysoulforsomeinfernalcrimeThatleftitblasted，blind，andstript—
AdreadtoDeathandTime!
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Butwhenthefair—hairedAugustdies，Andflowerswaxstrongandbeautiful，ThysongsarestatelyharmoniesBywood—lightsgreenandcool—
MostlikethevoiceofonewhoshowsThroughsufferingsfierce，infinerelief，Anoblepatienceandrepose—
Adignityingrief。
But，ah!conceptionsfadeaway，Andstillthelifethatlivesinthee—
Thesoulofthymajesticlay—
Remainsamystery!
Andhemustspeakthespeechdivine—
Thelanguageofthehigh—thronedlords—
Who’dgivethatgrandoldthemeofthineItssenseinfaultlesswords。
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Byhollowlandsandsea—tractsharsh，Withruinofthefourfoldgale，Wheresighsthesedgeandsobsthemarsh，Stillwailthylonelywail；
And，yearbyyear，onestepwillbreakThesleepoffarhill—foldedstreams，Andseek，ifonlyforthysakeThyhomeofmanydreams。
