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Affable live-oak art stirred artist beautiful-braided and woven bending the blades Caliban sea channels that flow Clamber the forks dear dark woods dim sweet woods dream duck sails round Dumb woods evermore Expectant is bending fain fair cousin Cloud fastens the fringe gates of sleep globèd Glooms grace heart heavenly woods Hide thee intricate channels intricate shades league of marsh-grass leaning low lord Sun low-hanging bough marsh is meshed MARSH SONG-AT SUNSET marsh-grass in serial marshes of Glynn million veins monstrous shambling sea multiform boughs myriad-cloven Clamber night northward the shimmering Oh loiter hither passionate shiver Expectant rose-and-silver evening glow rosy and silvery round the bend sand-beach fastens sea doth go sea-liberties serial shimmers shimmering band shimmers and shades silvery essences flow Sinuous southward soul southward and sinuous thine thou unflecked uttered a bird vines that myriad-cloven waist-high wild duck sails woods and glades woven With intricate ye uttered
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Page 5 - Interwoven with waftures of wild sea-liberties, drifting, Came through the lapped leaves sifting, sifting, Came to the gates of sleep. Then my thoughts, in the dark of the dungeon-keep Of the Castle of Captives hid in the City of Sleep, Upstarted, by twos and by threes assembling : The gates of sleep fell a-trembling Like as the lips of a lady that forth falter yes, Shaken with happiness : The gates of sleep stood wide.
Page 15 - The skies Shine scant with one forked galaxy, — The marsh brags ten: looped on his breast they lie. Oh, what if a sound should be made! Oh, what if a bound should be laid To this bow-and-string tension of beauty and silence a-spring, — To the bend of beauty the bow, or the hold of silence the string...
Page 35 - Or why not plunge thy blades about Some maggot politician throng Swarming to parcel out The body of a land, and rout The maw-conventicle, and ungorge Wrong? What the cloud doeth, The Lord knoweth, The cloud knoweth not. What the artist doeth, The Lord knoweth; Knoweth the artist not?