John Freeman

(1880-1929 / England)

Imagination - Poem by John Freeman

To make a fairer,
A kinder, a more constant world than this;
To make time longer
And love a little stronger,

To give to blossoms
And trees and fruits more beauty than they bear,
Adding to sweetness
The aye-wanted completeness,

To say to sorrow,
'Ease now thy bosom of its snaky burden';
(And sorrow brightened,
No more stung and frightened),

To cry to death,
'Stay a little, O proud Shade, thy stony hand';
(And death removing
Left us amazed loving);-

For this and this,
O inward Spirit, arm thyself with power;
Be it thy duty
To give a body to beauty.

Thine to remake
The world in thy hid likeness, and renew
The fading vision
In spite of time's derision.

Be it thine, O spirit,
The world of sense and thought to exalt with light;
Purge away blindness,
Terror and all unkindness.

Shine, shine
From within, on the confused grey world without
That, growing clearer,
Grows spiritual and dearer.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 24, 2010

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