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First Line: They wrong with ignorance a royal choice
Subject(s): Magic



I

Because I work not, as logicians work,
I
Who but to ranked and marshalled reason yield:
Because I work not, as logicians work,
But my feet hasten through a faery field,
Who but to ranked and marshalled reason yield:
Thither, where underneath the rainbow lurk
But my feet hasten through a faery field,
Spirits of youth, and life, and gold, concealed:
Thither, where underneath the rainbow lurk

Spirits of youth, and life, and gold, concealed:


Because by leaps I scale the secret sky,

Upon the motion of a cunning star:
Because by leaps I scale the secret sky,
Because I hold the winds oracular,
Upon the motion of a cunning star:
And think on airy warnings, when men die:
Because I hold the winds oracular,
Because I tread the ground, where shadows are:
And think on airy warnings, when men die:

Because I tread the ground, where shadows are:


Therefore my name is grown a popular scorn,

And I a children's terror! Only now,
Therefore my name is grown a popular scorn,
For I am old! O Mother Nature! thou
And I a children's terror! Only now,
Leavest me not: wherefore, as night turns morn,
For I am old! O Mother Nature! thou
A magian wisdom breaks beneath my brow.
Leavest me not: wherefore, as night turns morn,

A magian wisdom breaks beneath my brow.


These painful toilers of the bounded way,

Chaired within cloister halls: can they renew
These painful toilers of the bounded way,
Ashes to flame? Can they of moonlit dew
Chaired within cloister halls: can they renew
Prepare the immortalizing draughts? Can they
Ashes to flame? Can they of moonlit dew
Give gold for refuse earth, or bring to view
Prepare the immortalizing draughts? Can they

Give gold for refuse earth, or bring to view


Earth's deepest doings? Let them have their school

Their science, and their safety! I am he,
Earth's deepest doings? Let them have their school
Whom Nature fills with her philosophy,
Their science, and their safety! I am he,
And takes for kinsman. Let me be their fool,
Whom Nature fills with her philosophy,
And wise man in the winds' society.
And takes for kinsman. Let me be their fool,
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And wise man in the winds' society.




II
II
They wrong with ignorance a royal choice ,
They wrong with ignorance a royal choice,
Who cavil at my loneliness and labour:
Who cavil at my loneliness and labour:
For them, the luring wonder of a voice,
For them, the luring wonder of a voice,
The viol's cry for them, the harp and tabour:
The viol's cry for them, the harp and tabour:
For me divine austerity,
For me divine austerity,
And voices of philosophy.
And voices of philosophy.




Ah! light imaginations, that discern
Ah! light imaginations, that discern
No passion in the citadel of passion:
No passion in the citadel of passion:
Their fancies lie on flowers; but my thoughts turn
Their fancies lie on flowers; but my thoughts turn
To thoughts and things of an eternal fashion:
To thoughts and things of an eternal fashion:
The majesty and dignity
The majesty and dignity
Of everlasting verity.
Of everlasting verity.




Mine is the sultry sunset, when the skies
Mine is the sultry sunset, when the skies
Tremble with strange, intolerable thunder:
Tremble with strange, intolerable thunder:
And at the dead of an hushed night, these eyes
And at the dead of an hushed night, these eyes
Draw down the soaring oracles winged with wonder:
Draw down the soaring oracles winged with wonder:
From the four winds they come to me,
From the four winds they come to me,
The Angels of Eternity.
The Angels of Eternity.




Men pity me; poor men, who pity me!
Men pity me; poor men, who pity me!
Poor, charitable, scornful souls of pity!
Poor, charitable, scornful souls of pity!
I choose laborious loneliness: and ye
I choose laborious loneliness: and ye
Lead Love in triumph through the dancing city:
Lead Love in triumph through the dancing city:
While death and darkness girdle me,
While death and darkness girdle me,
I grope for immortality.
I grope for immortality.
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III
III
Pour slowly out your holy balm of oil,
Pour slowly out your holy balm of oil,
Within the grassy circle: let none spoil
Within the grassy circle: let none spoil
Our favourable silence. Only I,
Our favourable silence. Only I,
Winding wet vervain round mine eyes, will cry
Winding wet vervain round mine eyes, will cry
Upon the powerful Lord of this our toil;
Upon the powerful Lord of this our toil;
Until the first lark sing, the last star die.
Until the first lark sing, the last star die.




Proud Lord of twilight, Lord of midnight, hear!
Proud Lord of twilight, Lord of midnight, hear!
Thou hast forgone us; and hast drowsed thine ear,
Thou hast forgone us; and hast drowsed thine ear,
When haggard voices hail thee: thou hast turned
When haggard voices hail thee: thou hast turned
Blind eyes, dull nostrils, when our vows have burned
Blind eyes, dull nostrils, when our vows have burned
Herbs on the moonlit flame, in reverent fear:
Herbs on the moonlit flame, in reverent fear:
Silence is all, our love of thee hath earned.
Silence is all, our love of thee hath earned.




Master! we call thee, calling on thy name!
Master! we call thee, calling on thy name!
Thy savoury laurel crackles: the blue flame
Thy savoury laurel crackles: the blue flame
Gleams, leaps, devours apace the dewy leaves.
Gleams, leaps, devours apace the dewy leaves.
Vain! for nor breast of labouring midnight heaves,
Vain! for nor breast of labouring midnight heaves,
Nor chilled stars fall: all things remain the same,
Nor chilled stars fall: all things remain the same,
Save this new pang, that stings, and burns, and cleaves.
Save this new pang, that stings, and burns, and cleaves.




Despising us, thou knowest not! We stand,
Despising us, thou knowest not! We stand,
Bared for thine adoration, hand in hand:
Bared for thine adoration, hand in hand:
Steely our eyes, our hearts to all but thee
Steely our eyes, our hearts to all but thee
Iron: as waves of the unresting sea,
Iron: as waves of the unresting sea,
The wind of thy least Word is our command:
The wind of thy least Word is our command:
And our ambition hails thy sovereignty.
And our ambition hails thy sovereignty.




Come, Sisters! for the King of night is dead:
Come, Sisters! for the King of night is dead:
Come! for the frailest star of stars hath sped:
Come! for the frailest star of stars hath sped:
And though we waited for the waking sun,
And though we waited for the waking sun,
Our King would wake not. Come! our world is done:
Our King would wake not. Come! our world is done:
For all the witchery of the world is fled,
For all the witchery of the world is fled,
And lost all wanton wisdom long since won.
And lost all wanton wisdom long since won.

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