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 | Poems with Fables in Prose |  |
I
If the meteor mind, swift-ranger,
Destroyer and all-changer,
Must die on earth a stranger
Leaving a trail
Of brilliance frail,
A portent and a danger,
Destroyer and all-changer,
Must die on earth a stranger
Leaving a trail
Of brilliance frail,
A portent and a danger,
Hail, Death—thou kindly goader,
Most subtle-cloak'd corroder,
Whom Man, the blind foreboder,
Who feels thee come
With footfall dumb,
Holds ever in malodour—
Most subtle-cloak'd corroder,
Whom Man, the blind foreboder,
Who feels thee come
With footfall dumb,
Holds ever in malodour—
Hail! friendly overthrower,
Sifter of fames, foreknower,
Before whom eyelids lower
And droop away
The gods of day;
Death, thou art sight-bestower!
Sifter of fames, foreknower,
Before whom eyelids lower
And droop away
The gods of day;
Death, thou art sight-bestower!
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For all men's fames, O sternest
Deific priest, thou burnest
On altars deeply furnaced.
Aloft the peak
All climbers seek
Thou winnowest, thou discernest!
Deific priest, thou burnest
On altars deeply furnaced.
Aloft the peak
All climbers seek
Thou winnowest, thou discernest!
And when thy embrace uncloaketh
The false and true it yoketh,
When slow libation smoketh,
And all the host
That wronged him most
The singer's urn convoketh,
The false and true it yoketh,
When slow libation smoketh,
And all the host
That wronged him most
The singer's urn convoketh,
How utterly remouldeth
The flame that all enfoldeth!
No more the arrainger scoldeth,
One would have said
Some God were dead;
He worships who beholdeth.
The flame that all enfoldeth!
No more the arrainger scoldeth,
One would have said
Some God were dead;
He worships who beholdeth.
Then, then, the crowd bemoaneth
As though such grief atoneth
The beauty it dethroneth;
It shrines the pen
The mantle then,
The man himself it stoneth!
As though such grief atoneth
The beauty it dethroneth;
It shrines the pen
The mantle then,
The man himself it stoneth!
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Night sinks unto the verges,
Dull hate no longer urges,
Foe beside foe emerges,
The wild beasts slake
At one fell lake
The desert in their gurges.
Dull hate no longer urges,
Foe beside foe emerges,
The wild beasts slake
At one fell lake
The desert in their gurges.
Now by the brain they blunted,
Now by the heart they hunted,
Now by the soul they stunted
Even here to-night,
In the banquet-light,
The cowards are confronted!
Now by the heart they hunted,
Now by the soul they stunted
Even here to-night,
In the banquet-light,
The cowards are confronted!
And at last the songs confuted
Of this vagabond wild-luted,
Celestial, persecuted,
Mad mystagogue,
Or drunken rogue,
Are by the world saluted.
Of this vagabond wild-luted,
Celestial, persecuted,
Mad mystagogue,
Or drunken rogue,
Are by the world saluted.
Ah, wise and worldly legion!
Unearthly pride took siege on
The brow ye thrust prestige on;
This star-lit pall
Disdains us all
And Earth's discordant region.
Unearthly pride took siege on
The brow ye thrust prestige on;
This star-lit pall
Disdains us all
And Earth's discordant region.
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