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The
Iceberg and Other Poems
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
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SPIRIT
OF BEAUTY
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SPIRIT
of Beauty,
Never shall you escape me.
Through glad or bitter days
Hearten and shape me.
Since first these eyes could see
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Still
have they sought you.
Since first my soul knew dream
My dreams have wrought you.
Since first my ears were unsealed
To the whitethroat’s
plaining,
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Between
the gusts of the wind
And the low sky’s
raining,
Your voice I hear
In the laughter of leaves,
in the falling
Of waves on an empty shore
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a far bell calling.
When I clasp a warm, dear hand
I know you are holding
me.
When I lean to the lips of my love
Your arms are enfolding
me.
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And when Night comes
And the faithless senses
forsake me,
Out of my cold, last sleep
You, you shall awake me. |
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