From “Queen Mab”
IF solitude hath ever led thy steps
To the wild ocean’s echoing shore,
And thou hast lingered there
Until the sun’s broad orb
Seemed resting on the burnished wave,
Thou must have marked the lines
Of purple gold that motionless
Hung o’er the sinking sphere:
Thou must have marked the billowy...
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There ’s a city that lies in the Kingdom of Clouds,
In the glorious country on high,
Which an azure and silvery curtain enshrouds,
To screen it from mortal eye;A city of temples and turrets of gold,
That gleam by a sapphire sea,
Like jewels more splendid than earth may behold,
Or are dreamed of by you and by me.And...
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An ignorance a Sunset
Confer upon the Eye —
Of Territory — Color —
Circumference — Decay —
Its Amber Revelation
Exhilirate — Debase —
Omnipotence' inspection
Of Our inferior face —
And when the solemn features
Confirm — in Victory —
We start —...Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps —
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!
Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs —...How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burn —
How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder
By the Wizard Sun —
How the old Steeples hand the Scarlet
Till the Ball is full —
Have I the lip of the Flamingo
That I dare to tell?
Then, how the Fire ebbs like...Fair is the sun when first he flames above,
Flinging his joy down in a happy beam;
And happy he who can salute with love
The sunset far more...Sunset at Night — is natural —
But Sunset on the Dawn
Reverses Nature — Master —
So Midnight's — due — at Noon.
Eclipses be — predicted —
And Science bows them in —
But do one face us suddenly —
Jehovah's Watch — is wrong.Sunset that screens, reveals —
Enhancing what we see
By menaces of Amethyst
And Moats of Mystery.This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea ;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery !
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales ;
...This — is the land — the Sunset washes —
These — are the Banks of the Yellow Sea —
Where it rose — or whither it rushes —
These — are the Western Mystery!
Night after Night
Her purple traffic
Strews the landing with Opal Bales —
Merchantmen — poise upon Horizons —
Dip — and...