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PathWalkers.Net Interactive :: Helping you along your path Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; And mid-May’s eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell http://www.pathwalkers.net/interactive/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=index&catid=13 (9 of 10) [12/25/2005 12:04:54 AM]
PathWalkers.Net Interactive :: Helping you along your path To toil me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep? (75 Reads) comments? All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owner. The articles, stories, and comments are property of their posters, all the rest (c) 2004, 2005 by PWN Interactive Terms and Conditions of Use | Privacy Policy http://www.pathwalkers.net/interactive/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=index&catid=13 (10 of 10) [12/25/2005 12:04:54 AM]
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PathWalkers.Net Interactive :: Helping you along your path<br />
Away! away! for I will fly to thee,<br />
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,<br />
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,<br />
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:<br />
Already with thee! tender is the night,<br />
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,<br />
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays;<br />
But here there is no light,<br />
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown<br />
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.<br />
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,<br />
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,<br />
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet<br />
Wherewith the seasonable month endows<br />
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;<br />
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;<br />
Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;<br />
And mid-May’s eldest child,<br />
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,<br />
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.<br />
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time<br />
I have been half in love with easeful Death,<br />
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,<br />
To take into the air my quiet breath;<br />
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,<br />
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,<br />
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad<br />
In such an ecstasy!<br />
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—<br />
To thy high requiem become a sod.<br />
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!<br />
No hungry generations tread thee down;<br />
The voice I hear this passing night was heard<br />
In ancient days by emperor and clown:<br />
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path<br />
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,<br />
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;<br />
The same that oft-times hath<br />
Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam<br />
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.<br />
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell<br />
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