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THE MAN OF MOODS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES

Poet Analysis

First Line: SOMETIMES I BLOW AND PRAISE A BUBBLE
Last Line: YOUR PROPHET, SAGE AND FRIEND – THE POET.
Subject(s): POETRY & POETS;
Sometimes I blow and praise a bubble,
And then I stab, to break its light;
This morning I despised a lamb,
And now a rat would please my sight.
Lately I called my birth divine,
And kings came second; now, my Soul
Takes penance in the cold, dark earth,
In a cell with the snail and a mole.
To-day I love; to-morrow rue't:
Your prophet, sage and friend – the Poet.



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