Adelaida or, Letters, &c. of Madame Von Regenburg. To which are added, Poems. By Lady E. S. Wortley |
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THE POET.
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THE POET.
ON READING SHELLEY'S SONG, “I ARISE FROM DREAMS OF THEE.”
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Few know the Poet's gentle heart,Few sound his mighty mind,
Such passions throb through every part,
More fleet than Light and Wind!
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Few mark his fiery spirit's Wars,Or grasp its kingly dowers;
Few count its billows, or its stars,
Its thunders, or its flowers!
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His soul is hidden in a LightOf glory never known;—
His very thought may pierce in might,
Others,—but not his own!
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His mind from heights to heights ascends,Fresh mysteries to explore;
With all the Universe it blends,
Then dreams a Wonder more!
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Oh!—if the task to pierce that mind,Prove earthly powers above;
Then, who his heart's great depths shall find,
Or sound a Poet's love?
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