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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A Digit Of The Moon
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This book is written for Man`s ultimate need,
 A creed of joy sent down to the aged Earth
 From days of happier daring and more mirth
 To comfort and console all hearts that bleed.
 Here shall ye find how Love, that mastering weed
 Of tropic growth and paradisal power,
 Sprang in a night and found its fortunate hour
 And was fulfilled of glory, flower, fruit, seed,
 A wonder to the Forest.--O ye souls
 Of men and women, who on Time`s whim wait
 Nor clutch her hem when Pleasure turns to flee!
 Read of these two, who ill content with doles
 Rose in their rage and gave assault to Fate
 And won their birth--fruit. Read. Nay, dare it ye!
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