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