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TO drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for this that I have given away Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?-- Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll Scrawled over on some boyish holiday With idle songs for pipe and virelay Which do but mar the secret of the whole. Surely there was a time I might have trod The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance 10 Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God: Is that tine dead? lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance-- And must I lose a soul's inheritance? Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |