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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
VII. TO POWER.
Where art thou? In the winds when they awakeMan's soul, and with their sevenfold harmonies
Admonish him from regions far, and break
The frozen trance in which his spirit lies.
Where art thou? In all Nature while her hues
Sink into Man's deep spirit; thence to rise
In branching thoughts, as evening's buried dews
Emerge from earth in flowers of heavenly dyes.
Where art thou? With the Muse when she is raising
Unto the Poet's ear her unseen shell,
Which charms to movements smooth with potent spell
The Visions from his brain their progress tracing!
There—not in battle-fields—O Power, thou art—
An Eagle brooding o'er the world's wide heart.
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |