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II. POSSESSION.
A Poet loved a Star,
And to it whisper'd nightly,
“Being so fair, why art thou, love, so far?
Or why so coldly shine, who shinest so brightly?
O Beauty, woo'd and unpossest,
O might I to this beating breast
But clasp thee once, and then die, blest!”
And to it whisper'd nightly,
“Being so fair, why art thou, love, so far?
Or why so coldly shine, who shinest so brightly?
O Beauty, woo'd and unpossest,
O might I to this beating breast
But clasp thee once, and then die, blest!”
That Star her Poet's love,
So wildly warm, made human.
And, leaving for his sake her heaven above,
His Star stoop'd earthward, and became a Woman.
“Thou who hast woo'd and hast possest,
My lover, answer, which was best,
The Star's beam, or the Woman's breast?”
So wildly warm, made human.
And, leaving for his sake her heaven above,
His Star stoop'd earthward, and became a Woman.
“Thou who hast woo'd and hast possest,
My lover, answer, which was best,
The Star's beam, or the Woman's breast?”
“I miss from heaven,” the man replied,
“A light that drew my spirit to it.”
And to the man the woman sigh'd,
“I miss from earth a poet.”
“A light that drew my spirit to it.”
And to the man the woman sigh'd,
“I miss from earth a poet.”
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