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