The poems of Madison Cawein | ||
VIII
All thoughts of nature are but forms
Of life and death, with which began
Love: love, that swept the heavens with storms,
Evolving worlds to perfect man.
Of life and death, with which began
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Evolving worlds to perfect man.
Thoughts are the forms of mind; and come
And go, assuming every shape:
Science and art: through which we clomb,
And climb, to angel from the ape.
And go, assuming every shape:
Science and art: through which we clomb,
And climb, to angel from the ape.
The poems of Madison Cawein | ||