CHORDS.



                         VIII.



    \ BANIS-ING visions, whose lineaments steal into
 VA     slumbers,
 Loosened the lids of the sight the night that encumbers;
 Secretly, sweetly with fingers of fog that were slow,
         Slow as a song that mysterious
         Passions the soul, till delirious,
Wrapped irn mad inelody mastering the uttermost woe,
Deep to the innermost deep it is shaken
         Ruffled and rippled and tossed,
Tantalized, terrorized, cursed with a thirst that, unslaken,
Debauches with eyes that burn stolid, yet only shall
    waken
         With infinite scorn of the cost
         If no note of the rhapsody's lost.

                          2.
Oh, for the music of moonbeams that master and sweep
         Chords of the resonant deep!
Smiting loud lyres of Night, sonorous as fire,
Leap fluttering fingers of vanquishing flash and of flake
Fain at each firmament-universe-instrument star-strung.
Vibrating-vestured in garments of woven desire,



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