Quote #31

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, Mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there One of a mighty multitude whose way Is a perpetual harmony and dance Magnificent.

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  1. But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave.
  2. Is there not An art, a music, and a stream of words That shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?
  3. Thou, while thy babes around thee cling, Shalt show us how divine a thing A Woman may be made.
  4. Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe …
  5. Dear Child of Nature, let them rail!
  6. She hath smiles to earth unknown- Smiles that with motion of their own Do spread, and sink, and rise.
  7. The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream.
  8. Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose types of things through all degrees.

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