Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted

And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

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.

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

Floated midway on the waves;

From the fountain and the caves.

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:

That with music loud and long,

Weave a circle round him thrice,

And drunk the milk of Paradise.