I would, if one allowed, like nothing more Than to wait upon the poem's descent Settling in a space above the mind, To see it formed, as when a veil is rent And ravishing beauty revealed to the naked eye, Etched in gold with ruby overlaid As if a view of some divinity Too perfect to be looked upon by man, A radiant god whose voice like music calls In metred pulse the human heart to love, Before whose beauty our beauty palls. This would I write nor pause for errant thought To add its imperfection to a line Thinking itself master of the form, To certainly improve, perhaps refine, No effort spare in twisting words awry. I would be calm and in the calmness wait. If nothing came with the passing of the hours Joy still would rule and I not hesitate To live my days communing with the flowers.
Poems Undated (1727)
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