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\nPoems from Manuscripts <\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\nCirca 1891 \u00ad 1898<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTo a Hero-Worshipper<\/a><\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tI<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy life is then a wasted ereme,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMy song but idle wind<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBecause you merely find<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn all this woven wealth of rhyme<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHarsh figures with harsh music wound,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe uncouth voice of gorgeous birds,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA ruby carcanet of sound,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA cloud of lovely words?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI am, you say, no magic rod,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo cry oracular,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo swart and ominous star,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo Sinai thunder voicing God.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI have no burden to my song,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo smouldering word instinct with fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo spell to chase triumphant wrong,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo spirit-sweet desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMine is not Byron’s lightning spear,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNor Wordsworth’s lucid strain<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNor Shelley’s lyric pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNor Keats’, the poet without peer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI by the Indian waters vast<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tDid glimpse the magic of the past,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd on the oaten pipe I play<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWarped echoes of an earlier day.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tMy friend, when first my spirit woke,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI trod the scented maze<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOf Fancy’s myriad ways,<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI studied Nature like a book<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMen rack for meanings: yet I find<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo rubric in the scarlet rose,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo moral in the murmuring wind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo message in the snows.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tFor me the daisy shines a star,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe crocus flames a spire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA horn of golden fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNarcissus glows a silver bar:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCowslips, the golden breath of God,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI deem the poet’s heritage,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd lilies silvering the sod<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBreathe fragrance from his page.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tNo herald of the sun am I<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut in a moonlit vale<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA russet nightingale<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho pours sweet song, he knows not why,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho pours like wine a gurgling note<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPaining with sound his swarthy throat,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWho pours sweet song he recks not why<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNor hushes ever lest he die.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tPhaethon<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nYe weeping poplars by the shelvy slope<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tFrom murmurous lawns downdropping to the stream<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn whom the dusk air like a sombre dream<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBroods and a twilight ignorant of hope,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSay what compulsion drear has bid you seam<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYour mossy sides with drop on eloquent drop<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat in warm rillets from your eyes elope?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIs it for the too patient, sure decay<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tPale-gilded Autumn, aesthete of the years,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA gorgeous death, a fading glory wears<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat thus along its tufted, downy way<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCreeps slothfully this ooze of amber tears,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd thus with tearful gusts your branches sway<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSighing a requiem to your emerald day?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe Just Man<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhere is the man whom hope nor fear can move?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHim the wise Gods approve.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe man divine of motive pure and steadfast will<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnbent to ill,<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhose way is plain nor swerves for power or gold<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe high, straight path to hold:  \u2014 <\/span> <\/p>\n

\nHim only wise the wise Gods deem, him pure of lust;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHim only just.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTho’ men give rubies, tho’ they bring a prize<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSweeter than Helen’s eyes  \u2014 <\/span> <\/p>\n

\nYea, costlier things than these things were, they shall not
\nwin<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThat man to sin.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTho’ the strong lords of earth his doom desire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe shall not heed their ire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNor shall the numerous commons’ stormy voice compel<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis heart nor quell.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTho’ Ocean all her purple pride unroll,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt stirs, not shakes his soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe sees the billows lift their cowled heads on high<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWith undimmed eye.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPure fields he sees and groves of calm delight;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe turns into the night.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHell is before; the swords await him; friends betray;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe holds his way.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHe shall not fear tho’ heaven in lightnings fall<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNor thunder’s furious call,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNor earthquake nor the sea: tho’ fire, tho’ flood assail,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe shall not quail.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTho’ God tear out the heavens like a page<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd break the hills for rage,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBlot out the sun from being and all the great stars quench,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHe will not blench.<\/span><\/p>\n

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