Quote #16

The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.

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  1. O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
  2. The angels keep their ancient places;- Turn but a stone, and start a wing! 'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendour…
  3. All which I took from thee I did but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.
  4. Upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.
  5. In the rash lustihead of my young powers, I shook the pillaring hours And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears, I stand amid the dust…
  6. I fear to love you, Sweet, because Love's the ambassador of loss.
  7. I said to Dawn: Be sudden-to Eve: Be soon.
  8. Little Jesus, wast Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel to be Out of Heaven and just like me?

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