Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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X. SYMPATHY.
There's music on the earth: the moon and her attendantPartake the lofty solitude of Heaven.
Why should they seem more lovely to the sight
For that low melody? By the sweet strain,
Which falls upon the soul and melts the soul,
'Tis temper'd to their beauty: 'tis the mind
Which lends the happier influence it receives
From things external, and takes back its own
Even as a boon. A sympathy is on me:
I deem those fair lights mortal; there's a death
Looks through their glory: feeling they may perish,
I love them more; and my mortality
Shakes off its grosser weight, self-reconciled
By such high partnership.
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