Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1772 to 1834
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That with music loud and long,
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
A damsel with a dulcimer
Her symphony and song,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
It was an Abyssinian maid
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Singing of Mount Abora.
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
So twice five miles of fertile ground
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Could I revive within me
In a vision once I saw:
Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.
Through caverns measureless to man
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Floated midway on the waves;
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And on her dulcimer she played,
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
I would build that dome in air,
And all who heard should see them there,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
It was a miracle of rare device,
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
And close your eyes with holy dread
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Down to a sunless sea.
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
From the fountain and the caves.
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Where was heard the mingled measure
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Weave a circle round him thrice,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!