When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovely things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
I must keep from breaking into the story by forcefor if I do I will find myself with a war club in my handand the smoke of grief staggering toward the sun,your nation dead beside you.
THIS mood hath known all beauty, for it seesOerwhelmed majestiesIn these pale forms, and kingly crowns of goldOn brows no longer bold,
Elephants are contagious!Be careful how you tread.An Elephant that's been trodden onShould be confined to bed!
Our force united on thy foes well turn,And dare the war with all of woman born:For who can write and speak as thou and I?My periods that deciphering defy,And thy still matchless tongue that conquers all reply!
Only anonymour chimneysAre free to walk the streetsWhich slice across our sleeplessness
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