Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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XLIII. TO ELECTRA.
As that Philosopher of regions cold,Too idly dallying with the etherial fire
The Trans-Atlantic from its cloudy hold
Taught to unloose, did in its power expire;
The martyr of an infinite desire
To unveil secrets high; so I, approaching
Too nigh the electric force of beauteous eyes,
Suffer the penalty of that encroaching,
And in their fluid light my spirit dies!
Oh! fan it back to life with thy sweet sighs;
Or loose thy long locks o'er me, as the moon
Spreads her soft rays over a flower asleep;
That I may waken from this tranced swoon,
And into life again, rekindled, leap!
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