Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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THE “AMEN.” |
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XXXVI. THE “AMEN.”
“Though thereby I do lose what more I prizeThan all things else most dear to sense, or soul,
Your heart's engrossing love; yet do I pray
That you may brighten on Fame's starry way,
And reach in triumph that sky-templed goal
To which for ever turn poetic eyes!”—
‘Amen! Amen!’—a fervent, loud ‘Amen!’
Bursts from my lips, with all the wild sea's passion
When it leaps high to clasp the thunder-storm!
And even now, whilst from my trembling pen
My mind flows on my page, in fitful fashion,
I seem to live in death in some dim form,
Whose blood is even a voice! Nor art thou wrong'd;
For thus thy being is with mine prolong'd.
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