Clarel a poem and pilgrimage in the Holy Land |
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 | Clarel |  |
“Tarry never there
Where the air
Lends a lone Hadean spell-
Where the ruin and the wreck
Vine and ivy never deck,
And wizard wan and sibyl dwell:
There, oh, beware!
Where the air
Lends a lone Hadean spell-
Where the ruin and the wreck
Vine and ivy never deck,
And wizard wan and sibyl dwell:
There, oh, beware!
Rather seek the grove—
Thither rove,
Where the leaf that falls to ground
In a violet upsprings,
And the oracle that sings
Is the bird above the mound:
There, tarry there!”
Thither rove,
Where the leaf that falls to ground
In a violet upsprings,
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Is the bird above the mound:
There, tarry there!”
| Clarel | |