To Poesy.
By John Clare
O sweetly wild and 'witching Poesy! Thou light of this world's hermitage I prove thee; And surely none helps loving thee that knows thee, A soul of feeling cannot help but love thee. I would say how thy secret wonders move me, Thou spell of loveliness!--but 'tis too much: Had I the language of the gods above me I might then venture thy wild harp to touch, And sing of all thy thrilling pains and pleasures; The flowers I meet in this world's wilderness; The comforts rising from thy spell-bound treasures, Thy cordial balm that softens my distress: I would say all, but thou art far above me; Words are too weak, expression can't be had; I can but say I love, and dearly love thee, And that thou cheer'st me when my soul is sad.
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