Poem posted in Poems (Author's Poems)
We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies -
The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing...
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We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies -
The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing...
He ate and drank the precious Words -
His Spirit grew robust -
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust -
He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book - What Liberty...
The Bird her punctual music brings
And lays it in it's place -
It's place is in the Human Heart
And in the Heavenly Grace -
What respite from her thrilling toil
Did Beauty ever take -
But Work might be Electric Rest...
Witchcraft was hung, in History,
But History and I
Find all the Witchcraft that we need
Around us, Every Day.
The Spirit lasts - but in what mode
Below, the Body speaks,
But as the Spirit furnishes
Apart, it never talks
The Music in the Violin
Does not emerge alone
But Arm in Arm with Touch, yet Touch...
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