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The Poem: Kubla Khan, Or, a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment

The following fragment is here published at the request of a poet of great and deserved celebrity, and, as far as the Author's own opinions are concerned, rather as a psychological curiosity, than on the grounds of any supposed poetic merits.

In the summer of the year 1797, the Author, then in ill health, had retired to a lonely farm-house between Porlock and Linton, on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire. In consequence of a slight indisposition, an anodyne had been prescribed, from the effects of which he fell asleep in his chair at the moment that he was reading the following sentence, or words of the same substance, in 'Purchas's Pilgrimage':

Here the Khan Kubla commanded a palace to be built, and a stately garden thereunto. And thus ten miles of fertile ground were inclosed with a wall.

The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort. On awakening he appeared to himself to have a distinct recollection of the whole, and taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and eagerly wrote down the lines that are here preserved." "A person on business from Porlock" interrupted him and he was never able to recapture more than "some eight or ten scattered lines and images." --1816 edition, editor's note

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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

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A stately pleasure-dome decree:

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Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

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Through caverns measureless to man

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Down to a sunless sea.

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So twice five miles of fertile ground

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With walls and towers were girdled round:

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And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

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Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

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And here were forests ancient as the hills,

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Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

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But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

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Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

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A savage place! as holy and enchanted

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As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted

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By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

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And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,

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As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

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A mighty fountain momently was forced:

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Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

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Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,

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Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:

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And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

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It flung up momently the sacred river.

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Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

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Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

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Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

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And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:

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And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

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Ancestral voices prophesying war!

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The shadow of the dome of pleasure

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Floated midway on the waves;

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Where was heard the mingled measure

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From the fountain and the caves.

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It was a miracle of rare device,

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A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

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A damsel with a dulcimer

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In a vision once I saw:

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It was an Abyssinian maid,

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And on her dulcimer she played,

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Singing of Mount Abora.

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Could I revive within me

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Her symphony and song,

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To such a deep delight 'twould win me,

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That with music loud and long,

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I would build that dome in air,

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That sunny dome! those caves of ice!

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And all who heard should see them there,

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And all should cry, Beware! Beware!

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His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

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Weave a circle round him thrice,

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And close your eyes with holy dread,

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For he on honey-dew hath fed,

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And drunk the milk of Paradise.

 

   
   
 

 

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