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Luminous passions reign |
High in the soul of man; and they are twain.
Of these he hath made the poetry of earth
Hath made his nobler tears, his magic mirth.
Fair Love is one of these, |
The visiting vision of seven centuries;
And one is love of Naturelove to tears
The modern passion of this hundred years.
O never to such height, |
O never to such spiritual light
The light of lonely visions, and the gleam
Of secret splendid sombre suns in dream
O never to such long |
Glory in life, supremacy in song,
Had either of these loves attained in joy,
But for the ministration of a boy.
Dante was one who bare |
Love in his deep heart, apprehended there
When he was yet a child; and from that day
The radiant love has never passed away.
And one was Wordsworth; he |
Conceived the love of Nature childishly
As no adult heart might; old poets sing
That exaltation by remembering.
For no divine |
Intelligence, or art, or fire, or wine,
Is high-delirious as that rising lark
The child’s soul and its daybreak in the dark.
And Letters keep these two |
Heavenly treasures safe the ages through,
Safe from ignoble benison or ban
These two high childhoods in the heart of man.
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