SONGS OF THE SOUL
NATURE’S NATURE
Away, ye muses, all away,
Away with songs of finch and fay,
Away the jaundiced sight
That conflagrates the firefly’s light
To bonfire,—
That sets ablaze at once
Your musing’s burning lamps;
That ornaments with rhymes
The penury-stricken looks betimes;
That over-clothes the Logic lord
With fancy-swollen words.
Away, the partial love
That ’boldens nature to sit above
Her Maker!
Away with songs of finch and fay,
Away the jaundiced sight
That conflagrates the firefly’s light
To bonfire,—
That sets ablaze at once
Your musing’s burning lamps;
That ornaments with rhymes
The penury-stricken looks betimes;
That over-clothes the Logic lord
With fancy-swollen words.
Away, the partial love
That ’boldens nature to sit above
Her Maker!
This day I fasten eye-lid doors,
With absence wax my ears,
With langour all congeal my tongue, my touch,
my tears,
That I myself may pore
With absence wax my ears,
With langour all congeal my tongue, my touch,
my tears,
That I myself may pore
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