English poem
(_Poesy Speaks._)
by Theodore H. Rand (1835–1900)
A body of beauty is mine. O poet, moulder of me, Withhold not the breath divine, The soul of truth that makes free.
Fair form in repose for a day (The body of beauty of me) With the pulse-beats of life all away, Is well, for beauty and thee.
Yet give to me life all aglow,-- Not a demon of darkness to blight, But a love-lit soul pure as snow,-- Beckon me an angel of light.
A body of beauty is mine. O poet, moulder of me, Inbreathe with breathings divine, Or body alone let it be.
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