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/ I. Mother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbers / Breathed on the eyelids of Love by music that slumbers, / Secretly, sweetly, O presence of fire and snow, / Thou comest mysterious, / In beauty imperious, / Clad on with dreams and the light of no world that we know: / Deep to my innermost soul am I shaken, / Helplessly shaken and tossed, / And of thy tyrannous yearnings so utterly taken, / My lips, unsatisfied, thirst; / Mine eyes are accurst / With longings for visions that far in the night are forsaken; / And mine ears, in listening lost, / Yearn, waiting the note of a chord that will never awaken.
/ II. Like palpable music thou comest, like moonlight; and far, -- / Resonant bar upon bar, -- / The vibrating lyre / Of the spirit responds with melodious fire, / As thy fluttering fingers now grasp it and ardently shake, / With laughter and ache, / The chords of existence, the instrument star-sprung, / Whose frame is of clay, so wonderfully molded of mire.