---

George Meredith - My Theme
Work rating: Low

Of me and of my theme think what thou wilt:
The song of gladness one straight bolt can check.
But I have never stood at Fortune`s beck:
Were she and her light crew to run atilt
At my poor holding little would be spilt;
Small were the praise for singing o`er that wreck.
Who courts her dooms to strife his bended neck;
He grasps a blade, not always by the hilt.
Nathless she strikes at random, can be fell
With other than those votaries she deals
The black or brilliant from her thunder-rift.
I say but that this love of Earth reveals
A soul beside our own to quicken, quell,
Irradiate, and through ruinous floods uplift.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.