Thomas the Rhymer.
LLISTEN, O spirit of that ancient bard!Thou weird Ezekiel of an age of liesAnd human fantasy! If ’neath the skiesOne being liveth, worthy to be heard,Whisper the awfulsesamethat unstarr’dTo thee the riddle of those mysteries,Dumb evermore to gazing of all eyesMortal and uninspired! O thou that warr’dWith man and custom, I do think of theeAs something of a glory, something grandBeyond what ever satisfied this landWith earnest of a strange divinity,Penn’d in thy passionately-breathing moods,Prophetic peopler of old solitudes!
LLISTEN, O spirit of that ancient bard!Thou weird Ezekiel of an age of liesAnd human fantasy! If ’neath the skiesOne being liveth, worthy to be heard,Whisper the awfulsesamethat unstarr’dTo thee the riddle of those mysteries,Dumb evermore to gazing of all eyesMortal and uninspired! O thou that warr’dWith man and custom, I do think of theeAs something of a glory, something grandBeyond what ever satisfied this landWith earnest of a strange divinity,Penn’d in thy passionately-breathing moods,Prophetic peopler of old solitudes!
LLISTEN, O spirit of that ancient bard!Thou weird Ezekiel of an age of liesAnd human fantasy! If ’neath the skiesOne being liveth, worthy to be heard,Whisper the awfulsesamethat unstarr’dTo thee the riddle of those mysteries,Dumb evermore to gazing of all eyesMortal and uninspired! O thou that warr’dWith man and custom, I do think of theeAs something of a glory, something grandBeyond what ever satisfied this landWith earnest of a strange divinity,Penn’d in thy passionately-breathing moods,Prophetic peopler of old solitudes!
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