Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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THE DAYSEYE.
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Look on this Dayseye, you who askWhy o'er it I thus bend,
To tell thee why were harder Task
Than some well comprehend.
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'Tis not by Words that I can sayWhy it thus moves me so,
Oh thou must find some other Way
Or nothing wilt thou know.
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E'en Poesy's own Tongue could tellScarce half of what I feel,
Time o'er the Rest has rung his Knell,
And set his mystic Seal!
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If to thine Eye it bring the Tear,A quick Beat to thy Heart,
A Freshness unto what was sere,
Then answer'd straight thou art.
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It is a Tale of bygone Days,A Spirit haunts that Flower,
'Round its meek Head a Glory plays
Not of the passing Hour!
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Then let it be an Emblem stillOf all that's pure and good,
A quiet Heart, a harmless Will,
Of Childhood's blessëd Mood!
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Still may'st thou pluck it when the HourOf Life's Farewell is nigh,
Recalling that bless'd Mood once more
To fit thee for the Sky!
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