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          The National Midnight Star, Number 88

                Thursday, 1 November 1990
Today's Topics:
                 Kubla Khan (once again)

From: Manager, The National Midnight Star 
Subject: Kubla Khan (once again)

Hello all,

I'm re-posting the poem "Kubla Khan"; hopefully this time there will be
no glitches!

                                KUBLA KHAN

                In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
                A stately pleasure dome decree:
                Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
                Through caverns measureless to man
5                 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;
10              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
15              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:
20              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.
25              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
30              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.
35              It was a miracle of rare device,
                A sunny pleasure dome with caves of ice!

                  A damsel with a dulcimer
                  In a vision I once saw:
                  It was an Abyssinian maid,
40                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,
45              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!
50              His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
                Weave a circle round him thrice,
                And close your eyes with holy dread,
                For he on honeydew hath fed,
                And drunk the milk of Paradise.

                                Samuel Taylor Coleridge [1816]


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