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Random Poem:

Herein do my Passions Lie

I sometimes wander through the vacant woods
Where all the species are unknown,
And where my private thoughts may take their flight
For these woods oft leave me alone.
I wander through the day and through the night;
Through countless thoughts which none hath seen
Save for the rows of agéd spruce or pine,
Whom few have ever walked between!
To me these lonely woods appear divine,
And none have shown me otherwise;
Nor proved that clouds of forge and industry
Can rival nature’s open skies!
I have shared my soul with linnet and tree,
Flung Kant upon the ears of birds,
And Kierkegaard upon the ears of deer, --
But ne‘er have trusted men with words!
Though sep’rated by half this lonely sphere,
Wordsworth through all his studies knew,
That man was nature’s only wicked son,
For other beasts were always true!
But enough of man and what he has done,
These words appear for nature’s sake,
Whose beauty is unknown to all and I;
Whose beauty, chance could never make!
If one longs to hear nature’s lullaby
He’d find a song of Grecian ear,
For the song of Orpheus is the breeze;
His lyre what men can brook to hear!
That is why I wander among the trees,
For therein do my passions rest
(the waning passions of a wayward soul,)
That weigh the heart within my breast.

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