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Arthur Symons - To The Merchants Of Bought Dreams
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I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams, 
For I have greater memories than these bring 
Back from their cloudy-footed wandering 
In the unpopulous air; this magic seems 
Indeed a key unlocking crystal doors 
That whiten on the unopening mountain-side, 
But I can set the gates of treasure wide. 
Beyond the last land where the last sea roars, 
I have a kingdom under my command 
More than the kingdom of these fantasies; 
The shadow of the world darkens my eyes, 
And I see clear in the shadow; on my hand 
I wear the little ring which, waked to fire, 
Calls up the lower powers made serviceable: 
And earth and time and space and heaven and hell 
Blossom to be the flower of my desire. 
I have come out of the bewildering mists, 
For I have learned a more excelling art; 
The world is a pulsation of my heart, 
In me the beauty of the world exists, 
what is this that like a torrent streams 
In widening waves of living light that pierce 
The dark of the transfigured universe? 
I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams!
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