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LXXXIII. AN OLD OLD SPIRIT
Thou art an old spirit,—thou dost belong
To some far different place and other days;
Thou heardest perhaps in Paradise the praise
I give thee, smiling at my love-taught song.
Upon the ancient winds thou hast been strong;
Thou hast sailed wide upon the ocean-ways;
In far forgotten epochs just such lays
Of passion at my eager lips did throng.
To some far different place and other days;
Thou heardest perhaps in Paradise the praise
I give thee, smiling at my love-taught song.
Upon the ancient winds thou hast been strong;
Thou hast sailed wide upon the ocean-ways;
In far forgotten epochs just such lays
Of passion at my eager lips did throng.
Upon this earth again thou hast been born,
But of thine earthly parents thou art not:
Destined for some diviner grander lot
Thou art; from some soul-sphere thou hast been torn;
Thy spirit, incarnate in thy baby-cot,
Left sister-angels for thy loss to mourn.
But of thine earthly parents thou art not:
Destined for some diviner grander lot
Thou art; from some soul-sphere thou hast been torn;
Thy spirit, incarnate in thy baby-cot,
Left sister-angels for thy loss to mourn.
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