<h2><SPAN name="THE_MOON-PATH" id="THE_MOON-PATH"></SPAN>THE MOON-PATH</h2>
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<span class="i0">The full, clear moon uprose and spread<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Her cold, pale splendor o'er the sea;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A light-strewn path that seemed to lead<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Outward into eternity.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Between the darkness and the gleam<br/></span>
<span class="i2">An old-world spell encompassed me:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Methought that in a godlike dream<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I trod upon the sea.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And lo! upon that glimmering road,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">In shining companies unfurled,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The trains of many a primal god,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The monsters of the elder world;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Strange creatures that, with silver wings,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Scarce touched the ocean's thronging floor,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The phantoms of old tales, and things<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Whose shapes are known no more.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Giants and demi-gods who once<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Were dwellers of the earth and sea,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And they who from Deucalion's stones,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Rose men without an infancy;</span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</SPAN></span><br/>
<span class="i0">Beings on whose majestic lids<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Time's solemn secrets seemed to dwell,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Tritons and pale-limbed Nereids,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And forms of heaven and hell.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Some who were heroes long of yore,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">When the great world was hale and young;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And some whose marble lips yet pour<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The murmur of an antique tongue;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sad queens, whose names are like soft moans,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Whose griefs were written up in gold;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And some who on their silver thrones<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Were goddesses of old.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">As if I had been dead indeed,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And come into some after-land,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I saw them pass me, and take heed,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And touch me with each mighty hand;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And evermore a murmurous stream,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">So beautiful they seemed to me,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Not less than in a godlike dream<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I trod the shining sea.<br/></span></div>
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