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Walter de la Mare - The ScribeWalter de la Mare - The Scribe
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What lovely things Thy hand hath made: The smooth-plumed bird In its emerald shade, The seed of the grass, The speck of the stone Which the wayfaring ant Stirs and hastes on! Though I should sit By some tarn in thy hills, Using its ink As the spirit wills To write of Earth`s wonders, Its live, willed things, Flit would the ages On soundless wings Ere unto Z My pen drew nigh Leviathan told, And the honey-fly: And still would remain My wit to try My worn reeds broken, The dark tarn dry, All words forgotten Thou, Lord, and I.
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