Poems
Conceived itself—but subtle hands of night
Wove webs of shadow and obscured the whole.
Wove webs of shadow and obscured the whole.
He heard the ages calling, and the skies
And mountains and, to greet him, song on song
Of deathless poets, crowned with music, rise—
Yet swooned midst clashing chords of right and wrong.
And mountains and, to greet him, song on song
Of deathless poets, crowned with music, rise—
Yet swooned midst clashing chords of right and wrong.
He sang; one moment strong, with gasping breath,
Rose high, then gazed where yet his prison lay,
Grew faint to see what torture stretched beneath—
Fell; and his chains cling closer day by day.
Rose high, then gazed where yet his prison lay,
Grew faint to see what torture stretched beneath—
Fell; and his chains cling closer day by day.
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