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The House of Life. Sonnet 79. The Monochord
[Written during Music] Is it the moved air or the moving sound That is Life's self and draws my life from me, And by instinct ineffable decree Holds my breath quailing on the bitter bound? Nay, is it Life or Death, thus thunder-crown'd, That 'mid the tide of all emergency Now notes my separate wave, and to what sea Its difficult eddies labour in the ground? Oh! what is this that knows the road I came, The flame turned cloud, the cloud returned to flame, The lifted shifted steeps and all the way?-- That draws round me at last this wind-warm space, And in regenerate rapture turns my face Upon the devious coverts of dismay?
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