Edward Cracroft Lefroy: His Life and Poems including a Reprint of Echoes from Theocritus: By Wilfred Austin Gill: With a Critical Estimate of the Sonnets by the late John Addington Symonds |
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WORDS AND THOUGHTS
O words are weak! We need a stronger tongue
To utter forth the heart's imaginings.
Our deepest deep is full of subtle things,
Things mystic, marvellous,—unsaid, unsung,
Because they may not anywise be wrung
Into a verbal mode. So no man brings
To upper light his soul's hid travailings,
Or tells what stars his spirit moves among.
And yet, God knoweth, it might well be worse,
(Since life is gone if all its fruits are gone,)
Could we not keep, when formal thoughts disperse,
Some half-revealèd shape to search and con,
Some child of Fancy's children still at nurse,
Some brede of Love for Love to brood upon.
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