Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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LVI. THE MISGIVING.
That such rich strains of powerful poesy,Feeding, as feed they must, thy living sense
With sumptuous banquetings of memory,
Should not have call'd one word of feeling thence,
Of tongue, or pen, hath left me in amaze
At the inconstancy of fervent blood,
Which ebbs and flows like any moon-ruled flood,
And never runs full-channel for an hour!
Is it my sin, or others' flattering praise,
That hath divested of its urgent power
The Verse which once to drink and to devour
Thine eyes and heart were ever famishing?—
Well! I have other themes; and many a string
To tune thereto, dear Churl!—Love is an idle thing.
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