Xanadu Mechanic

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*O God, I cried, give me new birth, 
*And put me back upon the earth! 
*Upset each cloud's gigantic gourd 
*And let the heavy rain, down-poured 
*In one big torrent, set me free,
*Washing my grave away from me! 
*I ceased; and through the breathless hush 
*That answered me, the far-off rush 
*Of herald wings came whispering 
*Like music down the vibrant string 
*Of my ascending prayer, and - crash! 
*Before the wild wind's whistling lash 
*The startled storm-clouds reared on high 
*And plunged in terror down the sky, 
*And the big rain in one black wave 
*Fell from the sky and struck my grave. 
*I know not how such things can be; 
*I only know there came to me 
*A fragrance such as never clings 
*To aught save happy living things; 
*A sound as of some joyous elf 
*Singing sweet songs to please himself, 
*And, through and over everything, 
*A sense of glad awakening. 
*The grass, a-tiptoe at my ear, 
*Whispering to me I could hear; 
*I felt the rain's cool finger-tips 
*Brushed tenderly across my lips, 
*Laid gently on my sealed sight, 
*And all at once the heavy night 
*Fell from my eyes and I could see, 
*A drenched and dripping apple-tree, 
*A last long line of silver rain, 
*A sky grown clear and blue again. 
*And as I looked a quickening gust 
*Of wind blew up to me and thrust 
*Into my face a miracle 
*Of orchard-breath  and with the smell, 
*I know not how such things can be! 
*I breathed my soul back into me. 
*Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I 
*And hailed the earth with such a cry 
*As is not heard save from a man 
*Who has been dead, and lives again. 
*About the trees my arms I wound; 
*Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; 
*I raised my quivering arms on high; 
*I laughed and laughed into the sky, 
*Till at my throat a strangling sob 
*Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb 
*Sent instant tears into my eyes; 
*O God, I cried, no dark disguise 
*Can e'er hereafter hide from me 
*Thy radiant identity! 
*Thou canst not move across the grass 
*But my quick eyes will see Thee pass, 
*Nor speak, however silently, 
*But my hushed voice will answer Thee. 
*I know the path that tells Thy way 
*Through the cool eve of every day; 
*God, I can push the grass apart 
*And lay my finger on Thy heart! 
*The world stands out on either side 
*No wider than the heart is wide; 
*Above the world is stretched the sky, 
*No higher than the soul is high. 
*The heart can push the sea and land 
*Farther away on either hand; 
*The soul can split the sky in two, 
*And let the face of God shine through. 
*But East and West will pinch the heart 
*That can not keep them pushed apart; 
*And he whose soul is flat - the sky 
*Will cave in on him by and by. 
Tally: 3


*She was too kind, wooed too persistently,         
*Wrote moving letters to me day by day;   
 The more            the more                
 The more     gave, the                     
           I         not that I was not        
                                not love again.
          but like     love     far removed;
 Hard though         to love   tried    vain. 
 For     was       and          fat            
                            it befell 
                         in a               
 Yet     I love too        but not well. 
     had she been more beauteous or      kind 
     might have found me of         mind. 
     now, though                                 
                         face is with me still; 
       a day                    one, 
            with me, as                      
              wished   knew not       from        
 It     not                         have        
 Wrong if   could       in my                        
       to              in my               was         
                if a woman woo, no man 
 Should           till     have                 true, 
       will       for pity, if he can, 
 But if the              what can        
   could not.                my whole life      
 The wrong I did, in      I        wrong. 
                          then            with       
            time have       to               
             though   doubt it) made     mine. 
 Or     it been                    again, 
 Come what come        she should have had     way; 
 But yielding      were                     then 
       been      for            day. 
 Or had she      been         to       
 A          of                                   
 My mind                                     
 In all things             the one             
     here,       at             me 
            all      too                 


 When               came back,                 
 Between the                           not tell 
          hand                       either     
 For        turn                          shell 
 Whistling               over      as the       
 Of                      the darkness    blind day. 
                      foot through         clay,      
     tumbled      hole                     
 At                          between 
 The                 where the      lay        
 Through               battle of unseen 
           upon his back within the      
     lay secure           of all it          
             while across the        sky
                    went screeching            
 Of all                             should lie
 Among the                            bed . . .
 If                           climbed      night,      
             the day's          the              
                       off    the              
 After the      day's            the      
          talking          fit    drop . . .
         for         days              at       
      one eye open, under sun     rain
                    hell-fire . . .                
 How things turned        the                        
    take              life, you                
 Who just                                     
              know          of the       
         back    the               when    
     fallen             been      for dead, 
*If any! . . .

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