Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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XXXIV. SOUL-CREATION.
Those words I utter for the Vulgar WorldAre not the speech of my in-musing heart;
Where, like to honey by the flower enfurl'd,
There lies a treasure from the World apart:
The World, that cannot pluck from me the art
Of breathing beauty into trembling song;
Which till the blood be stagnant in my veins
Must of prerogative to me belong!
An hour of calm and sea-side loneliness
Will melt out from my mind the grievous stains
Impressed there by forced worldliness;
And as an eve of stillness after storms
Shall my soul be, and with a self-caress
Beget creation of all lovely forms.
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