Mystic Poetry

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    Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
    Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

    Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
    The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
    Hath had elsewhere its setting,
    And cometh from afar:
    Not in entire forgetfulness,
    And not in utter nakedness,
    But trailing clouds of glory do we come

    Wordsworth
     
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    Insect and reptile, fish and bird and beast,
    Cast their worn robes aside, fresh robes to don;
    Tree, flower, and moss, put new year's raiments on;
    Each natural type, the greatest as the least,
    Renews its vesture when its use hath ceased.
    How should man's spirit keep in unison
    With the world's law of outgrowth, save it won
    New robes and ampler as its girth increased ?
    Quit shrunken creed, and dwarfed philosophy !
    Let gently die an art's decaying fire !
    Work on the ancient lines, but yet be free
    To leave and frame anew, if God inspire !
    The planets change their surface as they roll :
    The force that binds the spheres must bind the soul.

    Henry G. Hewlett
     
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    Molting Is Revolting

    This follows the "new and improved" faddishness. Old School puts New Age to shame.
     
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    Truth dwells in gulphs, whose deeps hide shades so rich
    That Night sits muffled there in clouds of pitch,
    More darke than Nature made her: and requires
    (To cleare her tough mists) heaven's great fire of fires
    To wrestle with those heaven-strong mysteries.

    George Chapman
     

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