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Samuel Taylor
Coleridge
Kubla Khan
OR, A VISION IN A
DREAM.
A FRAGMENT |
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- In Xanadu did
Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
- Down to a sunless
sea.
- So twice five
miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here
were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
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But oh ! that deep
romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By
woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced
:
Amid
whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted
like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five
miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale
the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !
- The shadow of the
dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
- It was a miracle
of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
- A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of
Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
- That with
music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny 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 ! Weave a circle round him
thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of
Paradise. |
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