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194 DRAMATIC ROMANCES AND LYRICS
To a feast of our tribe,
\¥here they need thee to bribe
The devil that blasts them unless he imbibe
Thy ..• Shatter the vision for ever I And now,
As of old, I am I, Thou art Thou I
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Say again, what we are?
The sprite of a star,
I lure thee above where the Destinies bar
My plumes their full play
Till a ruddier ray
Than my pale one announce there is withering away
Some ... Shatter the vision for ever I And now,
As of old, I am I, Thou art Thou I
He muse!;.
Oh, which were best, to roam or rest?
The land's lap or the water's breast?
To sleep on yellow millet-sheaves,
Or swim in lucid shallows, just
Eluding water-lily leaves,
An inch from Death's black fingers, thrust
To lock you, whom release he must;
Which life were best on Summer eves?
He speaks, musing.
Lie back; could thought of mine improve YDU ?
From this shoulder let there spring
A wing; from this, another wing;
Wings, not legs and feet, shall move you. I
Snow-white must they spring, to blend
With your flesh, but I intend
They shall deepen to the end,
Broader, into burning gold,
Till both wings crescent-wise enfold
Your perfect self, from 'neath your feet
To o'er your head, where, 10, they meet
As if a million sword-blades hurled
Defiance from you to the world I
Rescue me thou, the only real I
And scare away this mad Ideal
That came, nor motions to depart I
Thanks I Now, stay ever as thou al"ltl
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