Xanadu By Coleridge

Updated 2009-01-22 12:27

"Xanadu" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge


A1In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A2A stately pleasure-dome decree:
A3Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
A4Through caverns measureless to man
A5Down to a sunless sea.


B1So twice five miles of fertile ground
B2With walls and towers were girdled round:
B3And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
B4Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
B5And here were forests ancient as the hills,
B6Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.


C1But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
C2Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
C3A savage place! as holy and enchanted
C4As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
C5By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
C6And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
C7As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
C8A mighty fountain momently was forced:
C9Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
C10Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
C11Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
C12And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
C13It flung up momently the sacred river.
C14Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
C15Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
C16Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
C17And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
C18And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
C19Ancestral voices prophesying war!


D1The shadow of the dome of pleasure
D2Floated midway on the waves;
D3Where was heard the mingled measure
D4From the fountain and the caves.
D5It was a miracle of rare device,
D6A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!


E1A damsel with a dulcimer
E2In a vision once I saw:
E3It was an Abyssinian maid,
E4And on her dulcimer she played,
E5Singing of Mount Abora.
E6Could I revive within me
E7Her symphony and song,
E8To such a deep delight 'twould win me
E9That with music loud and long
E10I would build that dome in air,
E11That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
E12And all who heard should see them there,
E13And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
E14His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
E15Weave a circle round him thrice,
E16And close your eyes with holy dread,
E17For he on honey-dew hath fed
E18And drunk the milk of Paradise.