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And still I felt the centre of
The magic circle there
The lifeless atmosphere.
We paused beside the pools that lie
Under the forest bough,-
Gulf'd in a world below;
Which in the dark earth lay,
And purer than the day-
As in the upper air,
Than any spreading there.
wood The white sun twinkling like the dawn
Out of a speckled cloud.
Can never well be seen,
Of that fair forest green.
With an Elysian glow,
A softer day below.
To the dark water's breast
leaf and lineament With more than truth express'd ; Elysian) Elysium in Greek mythology was the abode of the blessed after death,
lineament] outline. E
Until an envious wind crept by,
Like an unwelcome thought,
Blots one dear image out.
The forests ever green,
53 Kubla Khan ; or, A Vision
in a Dream
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Down to a sunless sea.
But O! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
From the fountain and the caves.
A damsel with a dulcimer
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
dome! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! intermitted) interrupted.
measure) rhythm as of music. dulcimer) a percussion instrument, whether of stretched strings or of bars.
Weave a circle round him thrice,
SWEEP thy faint strings, Musician,
With thy long lean hand ;
Sinks soft the waning sand ;
The embers smoulder low;
Come, and go.
Sweep softly thy strings, Musician,
The minutes mount to hours ;
A labyrinth of flowers ;
Hearken at the open
Walter de la Mare.
55 The Ballad of True Thomas
TRUE Thomas lay on Huntlie bank ;
A ferlie he spied wi' his ee;
Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. ferlie) marvel Eildon Tree) under which Thomas the Rhymer delivered his prophecies,
Her skirt was o'the grass-green silk,
Her mantle o' the velvet fine ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane
Hung fifty siller bells and nine.
True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap
And louted low down to his knee : 'All hail, thou mighty Queen of heaven!
For thy peer on earth I never did see.'
"O no, O no, Thomas (she said),
That name does not belang to me ; I'm but the Queen o' fair Elfland,
That am hither come to visit thee.
Harp and carp, Thomas (she said);
Harp and carp along wi' me; And if ye dare to kiss my lips,
Sure of your bodie I will be.'
• Betide me weal, betide me woe,
That weird shall never daunten me.' Syne he has kiss'd her rosy lips,
All underneath the Eildon Tree.
“Now ye maun go wi' me (she said),
True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me; And ye maun serve me seven years,
Thro' weal or woe as may chance to be.'
She mounted on her milk-white steed,
She 's ta'en true Thomas up behind : And aye, whene'er her bridle
ilka tett] every tassel.
harp and carp) play and recite.