In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
a stately pleasure-dome decree —
where Alph, the sacred river, ran
through caverns measureless to man
of rare device
on the wave
momently
turmoil
it was a miracle of rare device,
a sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice.
Ancestral Voices Prophesying War
A damsel with a dulcimer in a vision once I saw: it was an Abyssinian maid, and on her dulcimer she played, singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me her symphony and song, to such a deep delight 'twould win me, that with music loud and long I would build that dome in air — that sunny dome, those caves of ice.
And all who heard should see them there, and all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair. Weave a circle round him thrice, and close your eyes with holy dread — for he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of paradise.
— from a descent between the strata —
for he on honey-dew hath fed,
and drunk the milk of paradise.