Poems (Jordan)/Unexpressed
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UNEXPRESSED
I felt the stirring of a Thought within
My soul, and deftly placed the ready brain—
An empty cradle—to receive it, when,
Full-formed, it should be freed from primal pain.
And, for the body-covered life, I quick
Did seize a pen, a rare word-dress, to shape,
To clothe it, 'ere the spirit should escape
The fragile frame. But what fantastic trick
Is this?—I read,—yes, fully 'tis arrayed,
But in the shapeless shroud my hands have made!
My soul, and deftly placed the ready brain—
An empty cradle—to receive it, when,
Full-formed, it should be freed from primal pain.
And, for the body-covered life, I quick
Did seize a pen, a rare word-dress, to shape,
To clothe it, 'ere the spirit should escape
The fragile frame. But what fantastic trick
Is this?—I read,—yes, fully 'tis arrayed,
But in the shapeless shroud my hands have made!