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- THE POET PLEADS WITH THE ELEMENTAL POWERS
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- THE Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows
- Have pulled the Immortal Rose;
- And though the Seven Lights bowed in their dance and wept,
- The Polar Dragon slept,
- His heavy rings uncoiled from glimmering deep to deep:
- When will he wake from sleep?
- Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire,
- With your harmonious choir
- Encircle her I love and sing her into peace,
- That my old care may cease;
- Unfold your flaming wings and cover out of sight
- The nets of day and night.
- Dim powers of drowsy thought, let her no longer be
- Like the pale cup of the sea,
- When winds have gathered and sun and moon burned dim
- Above its cloudy rim;
- But let a gentle silence wrought with music flow
- Whither her footsteps go.
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