Seeing and feeling the voice of the Poet, as a chorus..
Blown by the contrary winds of information..
Bidding us, contrasting degrees of differences;
'The impotence of human intelligence, the impotence,
ever, of human love..' To pierce the darkness in
which the web of human fate is woven..
En Finale, the life-giving earthly stages, possesses
all that challenges the creation of nature, and
the creation of a Poetic Muse..
In any, or all of it's splendor
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