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 | Poems with Fables in Prose |  |
V
And lo, on a peak above the peaks am I!
Above the waves of forest, vale and fell,
Above the torrent's voice, the clink of bell,
The flock, the scythe, of sparse humanity;
Above the earth-enflamèd ring of sky
That hems our footing; so I stand alone
Isled in the last and dreadful light on high
And sovran silence of the air and stone . . .
Slowly the plains, those warm and breathing plains,
The hearth-lit villages that sleep and play,
Whose ceaseless blood and its in-dwelling pains
In volumes of sea-darkness surge and sway
In the heart most solitary, sink away. . . .
Nothing but starred immensity remains.
Above the waves of forest, vale and fell,
Above the torrent's voice, the clink of bell,
The flock, the scythe, of sparse humanity;
Above the earth-enflamèd ring of sky
That hems our footing; so I stand alone
Isled in the last and dreadful light on high
And sovran silence of the air and stone . . .
Slowly the plains, those warm and breathing plains,
The hearth-lit villages that sleep and play,
Whose ceaseless blood and its in-dwelling pains
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In the heart most solitary, sink away. . . .
Nothing but starred immensity remains.
Chilly withdrawals yours, vast Light, vast Love!
Though the skies swarm with tremblers faintly bright
We are exiles in this glimmering infinite;
For centuries Man may see but stars above!
Yet shall those summits of scarred ages burn
Afresh, and all those lights be quenched in One!
Pure new breath shall arouse
Our sunk horizons and our sapless boughs!
The wrinkled Æons brood on that return,
And seal'd in's prison-house
The changeless blood keeps memory of the Sun.
Though the skies swarm with tremblers faintly bright
We are exiles in this glimmering infinite;
For centuries Man may see but stars above!
Yet shall those summits of scarred ages burn
Afresh, and all those lights be quenched in One!
Pure new breath shall arouse
Our sunk horizons and our sapless boughs!
The wrinkled Æons brood on that return,
And seal'd in's prison-house
The changeless blood keeps memory of the Sun.
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