Yet mine are higher, holier purposes;
For I will cleave this darkling continent,
As with a sword of intellectual light;
...
'Pan is not dead, he lives for ever!
Mere and mountain, forest, seas,
Ocean, thunder, rippling, river,
All are living Presences;
...
SEA-BIRDS are asleep,
The world forgets to weep,
Sea murmurs her soft slumber-song
On the shadowy sand
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I.
The monk upon the bier lies dead;
Seven tapers burn by him;
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The mage of music, deaf to outward sound,
Rehearsing mighty harmonies within,
Waved his light wand; the full aerial tides
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Nay! Byron, nay! not under where we tread,
Dumb weight of stone, lies thine imperial head!
Into no vault lethargic, dark and dank,
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Ah! love ye one another well,
For the hour will come
When one of you is lying dumb;
Ye would give worlds then for a word,
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She looked a matron from the ancient world
Of Roman grandeur, tall, pale, proud, black-robed.
Strong passion chained, with poignant suffering,
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I.
'No mortal power shall turn me: I arise,
And will go forward, with my face for ever
Toward those fountains of the sacred river,
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Arm! England, arm! for all men point the finger
Toward thee with scorn they little care to veil:
'Doth not the mouldering hull of England linger
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