The Unknown Eros by Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
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For all the Atlantic's threatening roar,
If men would bravely understand, Is softly check'd for evermore By a firm bar of sand. But, dastard listening knave, who said, ''Twere juster were the Giant dead, That so yon bawlers may not miss To vote their own pot-belly'd bliss,' All that is past! We saw the slaying, and were not aghast. But ne'er a sun, on village Groom and Bride, Albeit they guess not how it is, At Easter or at Whitsuntide, But shines less gay for this! XVIII. THE TWO DESERTS. Not greatly moved with awe am I To learn that we may spy Five thousand firmaments beyond our own. The best that's known Of the heavenly bodies does them credit small. View'd close, the Moon's fair ball Is of ill objects worst, A corpse in Night's highway, naked, fire-scarr'd, accurst; And now they tell That the Sun is plainly seen to boil and burst |
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