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QUATORZAINS: 10. TO POESY, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Sweet sister of my soul! Thou, that dost creep
Last Line: And tremble in their loveliness and bliss.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Sympathy; Empathy


SWEET sister of my soul! thou, that dost creep
Gently into my bosom, and there lie
In converse with my spirit, and now weep
And anguish it with kindly agony;
Now draw it with thy lore dreadful and deep
Through wild, appalling dreams; then tenderly
Toy and change smiles: oh! now I feel thee pour
Into my breast thy gushing tears of sound,
And bury thy sharp fang in my heart's core;
Now balm with thy sweet breath the throbbing wound.
Thou and my soul oft on thought's pinions soar,
Clasping like dew-drops in a flower, around
That cast their rainbow-eyed pale beams, and kiss
And tremble in their loveliness and bliss.





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