Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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Mundi et Cordis | ||
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What is thy emblem, Mind?
The earth—now wearing on its forehead young
Unopen'd leaf-buds, and a few pale flowers;
Now with the summer's green and blossom hung,
And lavishing warm love on all the hours;
Now with its myriad globes of rich ripe fruit,
And its arboreous leaf-work, million-hued;
Now cold in winter's winding-sheet and mute—
But its deep heart with brooding life imbued:
Its early flowers and bursting buds
Struck by chill winds and cloud-rain'd floods;
Its summer mantle rent and sodden,
By all the elements down-trodden;
Its golden fruit and foliage scatter'd,
And its dead limbs oppress'd and shatter'd
By the strong wings of wind and storm,
And frozen in its heart-depths warm!
Unopen'd leaf-buds, and a few pale flowers;
Now with the summer's green and blossom hung,
And lavishing warm love on all the hours;
Now with its myriad globes of rich ripe fruit,
And its arboreous leaf-work, million-hued;
Now cold in winter's winding-sheet and mute—
But its deep heart with brooding life imbued:
Its early flowers and bursting buds
Struck by chill winds and cloud-rain'd floods;
Its summer mantle rent and sodden,
By all the elements down-trodden;
Its golden fruit and foliage scatter'd,
And its dead limbs oppress'd and shatter'd
By the strong wings of wind and storm,
And frozen in its heart-depths warm!
Mundi et Cordis | ||