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Not as you may think: I have walked here like
a flame with its feeling glow, which reveals
the secrets of my heart; in its bird-like
airborne flitting of ideas, which conceals
solutions of the foxed brain in the quest
for stimulation and fulfilment derived:
not as you may think, therefore, of a rest
of summer warmth, of trees and flowers contrived;
and from this beauty, the fruits reviving
of memories, dreams, of quiet satisfaction;
but a profounder pursuit deriving,
the one, from clear knowledge of right action;
compelling the performance, the other,
of appetite -- breaking through to devour! |
