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Elysian-Seeming
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Wander these Elysian
fields in thoughtful solitude,
Sleep on thyme-sweet banks of turf,
Or, if in wakeful mood,
Gaze, a’lying, at the moon of graceful Artemis;
Her crescent crown, her curving bow,
Were made for nights like this.
Look up, look up, to starry fields
Where graze Apollo’s sheep.
Your eyes may blur with weariness,
Until, at last, you sleep.
Wander green Elysian ways in contemplative noon,
Hear the mellow olive trees
In murmured Ceres’ tune,
Watch, a’walking, as you breast the hills of Arcady;
The dazzled sun, the honeyed wind,
The distant hushing sea.
Look up, look up, to chariots
Around the earth that sweep.
Your face may flush with haunted tears,
Until, at last, you weep.
Wander new Elysian paths in raptured morning’s sight
Taste the mingling on the air
And dance the mystic rite.
Breathe, a’sighing, as you tread the scented field so dear;
The blossomed bank, the quiet pool,
Elysian-seeming clear.
Look up, look up, to graceful skies,
Of dancing Artemis.
Your mind may twist your eyes to see
In ever-blinded bliss;
Look up, look up, Elysian child,
If comfort you would keep-
Or dare you see the face of truth
Before you fall asleep?
Elysian-Seeming
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