The Finer Spirit. Poem by Robert Crawford
The Finer Spirit.
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'Tis when the wits I have are gone
The finer powers appear;
The spirit of phantasy leads me on,
And gives my heart her cheer.
The all-licensed fool the mad king had
Was but the light of Lear,
His soul's familiar, motley clad,
That told him no lies here.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
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