Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/Where Dwells the Spirit of Poesy?
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WHERE DWELLS THE SPIRIT OF POESY?
Where dwells the gentle soul of poesy?
Upon the cloudy rifts of the rainbow skies,
Deep hidden in some maiden's love-lit eyes,
Or at the bottom of the rolling sea,
Far down in sunless caves of mystery?
Or doth her voice in sweetest accents rise,
From bird, or brook, or is it in the cries
The wild wind wakes upon the lonely lea?
Upon the cloudy rifts of the rainbow skies,
Deep hidden in some maiden's love-lit eyes,
Or at the bottom of the rolling sea,
Far down in sunless caves of mystery?
Or doth her voice in sweetest accents rise,
From bird, or brook, or is it in the cries
The wild wind wakes upon the lonely lea?
The soul of poesy is everywhere,
Unto the eyes and ears of him who sings,
And all the world is filled with wondrous things,
To him whose soul reflects the beauties there.—
There is no thing so mean the worlds among,
That is not mete to grace the poet's song.
Unto the eyes and ears of him who sings,
And all the world is filled with wondrous things,
To him whose soul reflects the beauties there.—
There is no thing so mean the worlds among,
That is not mete to grace the poet's song.