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The flawless sovereign law!
Barbed grappling hook from Heaven's foundations sent;
Dangling in Hell's own maw,
To aid a man's ascent
Therefrom; sure pardon shall a man repent.

This hook the masterkey
To open that dear wound, the very door
Of Heaven presently;
The Father's promise; nor
Shall any find another key there for.

Give me repentance, Lord;
Lest otherwise I have no hope to win
Thy life, thy sweet award;
For Lord, I find not in
Thy word repentance promised when I sin.

See, how the couple revolve in undulatory motion
Gliding, the wingèd foot scarcely oppresses the earth.
Are these phantoms of air that I see, released from the body?
Or are they moonlight elves winding in merry array?
Light as the smoke which wreathes through space at the touch of the Zephyr,
Light as the dancing skiff borne on the silvery tide,
Capers the disciplined foot to the tune's melodious measure;
And the murmuring strings buoy up the body in air.
Now, as though they would burst by force through the ranks of the dancers,

O God, Who guid'st the fate of nations,
Almighty over every land,
Both life and death and all mutations
Controlling with Thy mighty hand,
What punishment Thy will ordaineth
For sins that Sweden must atone
She bears with gladness, while remaineth
The ancient freedom she has known.
'T is this that shields when dangers lower,
That comforts her when griefs enfold,
That guards when foes would overpower
Better than Sveaborg of old.
Come want! come all you eastern slaves here!
Come faction, cast your firebrand!

A cold light shines on the gathering dew,
As sunset fades beyond the southern mountains;
Trees echo with monkeys on the banks of Lake Tung-t'ing,
Where somebody is moving in an orchid-wood boat.
Marsh-lands are swollen wide with the moon,
While torrents are bent to the mountains' will;
And the vanished Queens of the Clouds leave me
Sad with autumn all night long.

On the green floor of the Gulf the wind is walking,
Printing it with invisible feet;
The tide is talking.

Purple and grey the horizon walls them round
With purpler clouds.
They wander in it like guests gently astray
In a house deep mystery shrouds.

I dOnot know the speech of the tide,
For too articulate have become my years:
Beauty brings only words, not breathless tears.

So the young heron fishing there in the foam
On the sand's edge
Would once have taken my spirit far, far home

The wailing wind doth not enough despair;
The sea, for all her sobbing, hath the moon,
I cannot find my heart's cry anywhere,
Fain to complain alone.

The whistle of the train that, like a dart,
Pierces the darkness as it hurries by,
Hath not enough of sadness, and my heart
Is stifled for a cry.

So far, so far gone out of sight,
My strained eyes follow thee no more;
Thou to the left, I to the right,
Never to meet as heretofore.

Yet though the distance grows so wide,
We tread Love's circle year by year;
We are nearer on the other side
The farther we are sundered here.

Make your strokes thus: the horizontal :
as a cloud that slowly drifts across the horizon;
the vertical : as an ancient but strong vine stem;
the dot : a falling rock;
and learn to master the sheep leg, the tiger’s claw,
an apricot kernel, a dewdrop, the new moon,
the wave rising and falling . Do these
while holding your arm out above the paper
like the outstretched leg of a crane.
The strength of your hand
will give the stroke its bone.
But for real accomplishment, it would be well

For the tie is snapt asunder,
Trust and loving hope are fled;
Can I tell, in fear and wonder,
With what dangers now bested,
I, cut off from friend and brother,
Like the widow in her woe,
With the one and not the other,
On and on, my way must go!

Word slowly understood;
Thought finding gradual form;
And power applied;
These are the gains of good;
Bold breath and life-blood warm;
Darkness denied.

To carve the stubborn stone;
With sense intense explore,
And inward sight.
Thus make they earth their own,
Whose deeds their dream adore,
Leaving us light.