Bright Star Page #7

''Darkling I listen, and, for many a time

''I have been half in love with easeful Death

''Call'd him soft names

in many a mused rhyme

''To take into the air my quiet breath

''Now more than ever seems it rich to die

''To cease upon the midnight with no pain

''While thou art pouring forth

thy soul abroad

''In such an ecstasy!

''Still wouldst thou sing,

and I have ears in vain

''To thy high requiem become a sod

''Thou wast not born for death,

immortal Bird!

''No hungry generations tread thee down

''The voice I hear this passing night

was heard

''In ancient days by emperor and clown

''Perhaps the self-same song

that found a path

''Through the sad heart of Ruth,

when, sick for home

''She stood in tears amid the alien corn

''The same that oft-times hath

''Charm'd magic casements,

opening on the foam

''Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

''Forlorn! The very word is like a bell

''To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

''Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well

''As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf

''Adieu! Adieu! Thy plaintive anthem fades

''Past the near meadows,

over the still stream

''Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

''In the next valley-glades

''Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

''Fled is that music. Do I wake or sleep?''

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