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THE POET.
So many minds did gird their orbs with beams,
Though one did fling the fire,
Heaven flowed upon the soul in many dreams
Of high desire.
Though one did fling the fire,
Heaven flowed upon the soul in many dreams
Of high desire.
Thus truth was multiplied on truth, the world
Like a great garden showed,
And through the wreaths of floating dark upcurled,
Rare sunrise flowed.
Like a great garden showed,
And through the wreaths of floating dark upcurled,
Rare sunrise flowed.
And Freedom reared in that august sunrise
Her beautiful bold brow,
When rites and forms before his burning eyes
Melted like snow.
Her beautiful bold brow,
When rites and forms before his burning eyes
Melted like snow.
There was no blood upon her maiden robes
Sunned by those orient skies,
But round about the circles of the globes
Of her keen eyes
Sunned by those orient skies,
But round about the circles of the globes
Of her keen eyes
