Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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XXV. OF POETS.
Oh! do not envy Poets the poor breathOf praise which urgeth on their sail of life
Along the troubled waters of the world;
Nor the rich power by which they twine the wreath
Of fame which crowns them when that sail is furl'd
In the calm haven of the breathless grave:
Bitter and strong and manifold the strife
Which shakes them on that voyage; every wave
Of feeling dashes o'er their weltering heart;
And all the thunder and the flash of though
Vollies and lightens round their fitful brain;
And their high power, by which the world is wrought
To mighties sympathies, is grasp'd in pain,
Shower'd from the bosom-tempests they impart.
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