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Random Poem:

Herein do my Passions Lie
Grendel

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