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Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry

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There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;
Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,
The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
The leaves above their sunny palms outspread.
With what a tender and impassioned voice
It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought,
When the fast ushering star of morning comes
O'er-riding the gray hills with golden scarf;
Or when the cowled and dusky-sandalled Eve,

In mourning weeds, from out the western gate,
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Brian Jani 12 July 2014

i like the way this poem was was written.i enjoyed it very much.

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Brian Jani 12 July 2014

i like the way this poem was was written.i enjoyed it very much.

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