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KUBLA KHAN Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1798 (published 1816) Ed. (text): Kathleen Coburn and R. S. Woof; (e-text): I. Lancashire. 1 � � In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 2 � � A stately pleasure-dome decree: 3 � � Where Alph, the sacred river, ran 4 � � Through caverns measureless to man 5 � � � � Down to a sunless sea. 6 � � So twice five miles of fertile ground 7 � � With walls and towers were girdled round: 8 � � And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, 9 � � Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; 10 � And here were forests ancient as the hills, 11 � Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. 12 � But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted 13 � Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! 14 � A savage place! as holy and enchanted 15 � As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted 16 � By woman wailing for her demon-lover! 17 � And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, 18 � As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, 19 � A mighty fountain momently was forced: 20 � Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst 21 � Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, 22 � Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: 23 � And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever 24 � It flung up momently the sacred river. 25 � Five miles meandering with a mazy motion 26 � Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, 27 � Then reached the caverns measureless to man, 28 � And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: 29 � And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far 30 � Ancestral voices prophesying war! 31 � � � The shadow of the dome of pleasure 32 � � � Floated midway on the waves; 33 � � � Where was heard the mingled measure 34 � � � From the fountain and the caves. 35 � It was a miracle of rare device, 36 � A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! 37 � � � A damsel with a dulcimer 38 � � � In a vision once I saw: 39 � � � It was an Abyssinian maid, 40 � � � And on her dulcimer she played, 41 � � � Singing of Mount Abora. 42 � � � Could I revive within me 43 � � � Her symphony and song, 44 � � � To such a deep delight 'twould win me, 45 � � � That with music loud and long, 46 � � � I would build that dome in air, 47 � � � That sunny dome! those caves of ice! 48 � � � And all who heard should see them there, 49 � � � And all should cry, Beware! Beware! 50 � � � His flashing eyes, his floating hair! 51 � � � Weave a circle round him thrice, 52 � � � And close your eyes with holy dread, 53 � � � For he on honey-dew hath fed, 54 � � � And drunk the milk of Paradise.