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Christopher Brennan - "And shall the living waters heed"
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And shall the living waters heed 
 our vain desire, insensate Art! 
 and fill the common dust I knead 
 upgather`d from the trodden mart? 
 As well might they forsake their clime 
 of virgin green and blue, to creep 
 in cities where our tears are slime, 
 where our unquicken`d bodies sleep. 
 — But thou, O soul, hast stood for sure 
 in the far paradisal bower, 
 there where our passion sparkles pure 
 beneath the eternal morning hour. 
 and oft, in twilights listening, 
 my sleeping memories are stirr`d 
 by lavings of the unstaunched spring 
 upwelling in a sudden word. 
 Why shouldst thou come to squander here 
 the treasure of those deeps on me? 
 nay, where our fount is free and clear 
 stay there, and let me come to thee!
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