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Siegfried Sassoon - Microcosmos
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    I am that fantasy which race has wrought
    Of mundane chance-material. I am time
    Paeaned by the senses five like bells that chime.

    I am that cramped and crumbling house of clay
    Where mansoul weaves the secret webs of thought.
    Venturer--automaton--I cannot tell
    What powers and instincts animate and betray
    And do their dreamwork in me. Seed and star,
    Sown by the wind, in spirit I am far
    From self, the dull control with whom I dwell.

    Also I am ancestral. Aeons ahead
    And ages back, both son and sire I live
    Mote-like between the unquickened and the dead--
    From whom I take, and unto whom I give.
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