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Francis Thompson - House Of Bondage
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When I perceive Love`s heavenly reaping still
Regard perforce the clouds` vicissitude,
That the fixed spirit loves not when it will,
But craves its seasons of the flawful blood;
When I perceive that the high poet doth
Oft voiceless stray beneath the uninfluent stars,
That even Urania of her kiss is loath,
And Song`s brave wings fret on their sensual bars;
When I perceived the fullest-sail-ed sprite
Lag at most need upon the leth-ed seas,
The provident captainship oft voided quite,
And lam-ed lie deep-draughted argosies;
   I scorn myself, that put for such strange toys
   The wit of man to purposes of boys.

          II

The spirit`s ark sealed with a little clay,
Was old ere Memphis grew a memory; 
The hand pontifical to break away
That seal what shall surrender?  Not the sea
Which did englut great Egypt and his war,
Nor all the desert-drown-ed sepulchres.
Love`s feet are stained with clay and travel-sore,
And dusty are Song`s lucent wing and hairs.
O Love, that must do courtesy to decay,
Eat hasty bread standing with loins up-girt,
How shall this stead thy feet for their sore way?
Ah, Song, what brief embraces balm thy hurt!
   Had Jacob`s toil full guerdon, casting his
   Twice-seven heaped years to burn in Rachel`s kiss?
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