The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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A POET'S MADNESS
The tender love and worship of a child,
These gifts she brought:
Wreaths simple, like the blossoms of the wild,
For him she wrought.
These gifts she brought:
Wreaths simple, like the blossoms of the wild,
For him she wrought.
And these he valued not.—When men proclaim
His glory alas!
Let men remember also the deep shame
That cannot pass.
His glory alas!
Let men remember also the deep shame
That cannot pass.
Not all his gifts are worth the simple heart
Whose faith he shook:
The sins of genius in the name of Art
We overlook.
Whose faith he shook:
The sins of genius in the name of Art
We overlook.
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This is a curséd thing. The truth indeed
Is otherwise:
Far higher than of Art, the simple creed
Of loving eyes.
Is otherwise:
Far higher than of Art, the simple creed
Of loving eyes.
Not genius-garlands with their luscious scent,
Not these she wove,
Not these she sought. She would have been content
With truth and love.
Not these she wove,
Not these she sought. She would have been content
With truth and love.
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