For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
Too much eX.
I should have guessed that you would be a fan of Great Emily, the Belle of Amherst. Only two great American poets of the nineteenth century–her and Walt Whitman.
<p>"I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul."</p>
<p>Walt Whitman</p>
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That’s beautiful Peter, thank you for sharing. I will print it out and memorize it :)