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A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963)

Books and a coloured skein of thoughts were mine;

And magic words lay ripening in my soul

Till their much-whispered music turned a wine

Whose subtlest power was all in my control.

These things were mine, and they were real for me

As lips and darling eyes and a warm breast:

For I could love a phrase, a melody,

Like a fair woman, worshipped and possessed.

I scorned all fire that outward of the eyes

Could kindle passion; scorned, yet was afraid;

Feared, and yet envied those more deeply wise

Who saw the bright earth beckon and obeyed.

But a time came when, turning full of hate

And weariness from my remembered themes,

I wished my poet’s pipe could modulate

Beauty more palpable than words and dreams.

All loveliness with which an act informs

The dim uncertain chaos of desire

Is mine to-day; it touches me, it warms

Body and spirit with its outward fire.

I am mine no more: I have become a part

Of that great earth that draws a breath and stirs

To meet the spring. But I could wish my heart

Were still a winter of frosty gossamers.

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• Robert Burns: My Lord A-Hunting: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Bonie Moor-Hen: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Prologue: Spoken by Mr. Woods on his benefit-night, Monday, 16th April, 1787 by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl’s Picture: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epistle To Mrs. Scott: Gudewife of Wauchope-House, Roxburghshire. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Extempore In The Court Of Session: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Bonie Dundee: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Mr. William Smellie -A Sketch: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Address To A Haggis: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Address To Edinburgh: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: A Winter Night : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: On Sensibility: Fragment by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epistle To Major Logan: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Composed In Spring: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s: Presented to the Author by a Lady. by Robert Burns

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