 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Who in sacred golden dream, wend by aloft,
Hold way towards Heroes' Hall, of Worlds West parts:
That ere unseen, now riseth in our view;
As we ourselves advance, in Merlins glass.
With thresholds many, and walls of burnished bronze;
With ímagery of Worlds noblest deeds embossed;
That to all quarters, face. Is thatched that House,
With shining plate, bucklers of God-like warriors;
The nombrils of pured gold. Who foremost pace,
Draw nigh now to that Halls rune-graven Porch.
Hold way towards Heroes' Hall, of Worlds West parts:
That ere unseen, now riseth in our view;
As we ourselves advance, in Merlins glass.
With thresholds many, and walls of burnished bronze;
With ímagery of Worlds noblest deeds embossed;
That to all quarters, face. Is thatched that House,
With shining plate, bucklers of God-like warriors;
The nombrils of pured gold. Who foremost pace,
Draw nigh now to that Halls rune-graven Porch.
House of great hero-spirits lent to Earth,
Is that prowd Hall: where hanged be by the walls;
Glaives, war-bruised harness, shields, victorious spears;
Which wrought delíverance, both by land and seas:
In many a righteóus world-renowned emprise.
Is that prowd Hall: where hanged be by the walls;
Glaives, war-bruised harness, shields, victorious spears;
Which wrought delíverance, both by land and seas:
In many a righteóus world-renowned emprise.
Those glorious companies, that inhabit there:
Which Poets, óf ancient days, divíners; deemed,
To be an offspring of the deathless Gods,
For their great deeds; issue magnanimous,
Crowned with unfading oak leaves their prowd heads.
Which Poets, óf ancient days, divíners; deemed,
To be an offspring of the deathless Gods,
For their great deeds; issue magnanimous,
Crowned with unfading oak leaves their prowd heads.
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They, with that Flower of Britain's youth, converse:
Which from Worlds éxtreme Western parts approach,
And adjudged Brethren, worthy of so Great Place:
Their Right hands unto theirs of féllowship,
Advance. And with glad, stern ánd lofty looks:
They them invíte, and goodly wélcome ín;
Where purged all enmity is, from human breasts.
Which from Worlds éxtreme Western parts approach,
And adjudged Brethren, worthy of so Great Place:
Their Right hands unto theirs of féllowship,
Advance. And with glad, stern ánd lofty looks:
They them invíte, and goodly wélcome ín;
Where purged all enmity is, from human breasts.
They enter áll together; and stream seemed forth,
Radiance divine, from that proud golden Port,
Which opened of itself: and in the same,
Seemed, solemn dream of Music thence ascend.
Radiance divine, from that proud golden Port,
Which opened of itself: and in the same,
Seemed, solemn dream of Music thence ascend.
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