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Thomas Hood - False Poets And True (To Wordsworth)Thomas Hood - False Poets And True (To Wordsworth)
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Look how the lark soars upward and is gone, Turning a spirit as he nears the sky! His voice is heard, but body there is none To fix the vague excursions of the eye. So, poets` songs are with us, tho` they die Obscured, and hid by death`s oblivious shroud, And Earth inherits the rich melody Like raining music from the morning cloud. Yet, few there be who pipe so sweet and loud Their voices reach us through the lapse of space: The noisy day is deafen`d by a crowd Of undistinguished birds, a twittering race; But only lark and nightingale forlorn Fill up the silences of night and morn.
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