 | B Gourley Jul 27 |
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? / Or Love in a golden bowl? from Thel's Motto I am a watery weed, / And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales: / So weak the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head. / Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all / Walks in the valley. from Part I Then if thou art the food of worms, O virgin of the skies, / How great thy use, how great thy blessing from Part II every thing that lives. / Lives not alone nor for itself from Part II Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction? / Or the glistening Eye to the poison of a smile! from Part IV |
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