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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 20, by GEORGE SANTAYANA Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: These strewn thoughts, by the mountain pathway sprung
Last Line: And her long sleep a draught of primal night.
First Line: These strewn thoughts, by the mountain pathway sprung
Last Line: And her long sleep a draught of primal night.
These strewn thoughts, by the mountain pathway sprung,
I conned for comfort, till I ceased to grieve,
And with these flowering thorns I dare to weave
The crown, great Mother, on thine altar hung.
Teach thou a larger speech to my loosed tongue,
And to mine opened eyes thy secrets give,
That in thy perfect love I learn to live,
And in thine immortality be young.
The soul is not on earth an alien thing
That hath her life's rich sources otherwhere;
She is a parcel of the sacred air.
She takes her being from the breath of Spring,
The glance of Phoebus is her fount of light,
And her long sleep a draught of primal night.
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