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    *Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.*
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Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

by HauntedHead

 

  *Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.*

>In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 

>A stately pleasure-dome decree: 

>Where Alph, the sacred river, ran 

>Through caverns measureless to man 

>  Down to a sunless sea. 

>So twice five miles of fertile ground 

>With walls and towers were girdled round; 

>And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, 

>Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; 

>And here were forests ancient as the hills, 

>Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. 

 

>But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted 

>Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! 

>A savage place! as holy and enchanted 

>As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted 

>By woman wailing for her demon-lover! 

>And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, 

>As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, 

>A mighty fountain momently was forced: 

>Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst 

>Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, 

>Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail: 

>And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever 

>It flung up momently the sacred river. 

>Five miles meandering with a mazy motion 

>Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, 

>Then reached the caverns measureless to man, 

>And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean; 

>And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far 

>Ancestral voices prophesying war! 

>  The shadow of the dome of pleasure 

>  Floated midway on the waves; 

>  Where was heard the mingled measure 

>  From the fountain and the caves. 

>It was a miracle of rare device, 

>A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! 

 

>  A damsel with a dulcimer 

>  In a vision once I saw: 

>  It was an Abyssinian maid 

>  And on her dulcimer she played, 

>  Singing of Mount Abora. 

>  Could I revive within me 

>  Her symphony and song, 

>  To such a deep delight ’twould win me,

>That with music loud and long, 

>I would build that dome in air, 

>That sunny dome! those caves of ice! 

>And all who heard should see them there, 

>And all should cry, Beware! Beware! 

>His flashing eyes, his floating hair! 

>Weave a circle round him thrice, 

>And close your eyes with holy dread 

>For he on honey-dew hath fed, 

>And drunk the milk of Paradise.

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