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leoneoe I but merely wonder o'er this life of mine:
from where it camest, or to where is it compelled?
Alas, nowe every order of Grand creation is fell.
The Heavens and the Earth art not begun to contend:
The beasts, the air, and men,
doth hereby to neither grunt nor lyric tell
the brilliant narrations of our life
that inward to our spirits dwell
(and surviveth without which either bale.)
And with Thee, this moment doth I spend,
that e'ery Poet draweth up some in ink
from those rivulets whereto he stops to in secret drink
the Ixionian 1 apostacy whereto he finds himselfe
(thus to abrogate all wonts to time or sleep).
Art nowe finally e'ery Man and Beast thus composed
(and equally the seas divided rest).
All creations doth realize to test
in one abolish seek the route that Chronos imposed
(The poet spreadeth from Enotria to Leucetia
to Edonis the Lie that he was decided to confess.)
TO recall himselfe and his love so many ways
no Man is renitent. (Who but He mightest
appoint one Person to so many fixtures in his heart?)
So is the poet He that compiles and declares
the lineaments of our experience
by the tenses of the Peithonian infinite (that is art).
Mine Poem turneth e'ery blade of grass thats withered green,
canst showeth the genial youth in e'ery choice of life to bring.
The Boy in e'ery man and the virgins (that were ever clean)
all in one party hereby art given evidence to speak.
I am the voice of eternity itselfe, tis' of I thou dream (
and think up silly names for I thou art by philosophy conduced to heed).
But all that talk of Soul or God is,
sleep talk, and an excuse for law.
And all the pangs of science prove
useless, and likes not verse, to return the mood.
Tis the verse, this verse, of All
Man's utilities, canst traverse his fall.
Show him the way from then to now, from
now (to where) his love was strong.
Remind him, better days hath seen,
he hath been where the timid Silenus drinks.
He hath been came on that drug to concede
(much) of the playful Venus' livery.
(Or) if (not) his bitter thoughts do find
(a friend or wont) whereto sprung up
and gave figure to his untested kind.
What gives to character, will, and secures
that which any genius thus procures:
the vision and procedure thus, beyond all time.
Thus asketh not, whereto Chronos adjourns,
What June surpassed, and gave the fading rose.
Asketh not, whereto the marital love returns,
whereof one or another hath felt Him impose.
Spareth I to askest whereof doth roam
those fortuitous atoms of our day,
wherefor I did their bonds make tighter.
And asketh naye, whereto I home,
whereafter tomorrow bringeth to today.
Those strands of nameless invention try
to impede (wherein euctical necessity) is advised.
Calleth, if thou wont, that God:
whereinto the strain of thought denied. (God saith)
Asketh never, Tyler, whereunto the stars escape
whereafter the song of morning consigns their fate:
and ne'er question, whereunto they doth rest,
the nature of that which holds them to this sate.
My eternal pronouncement is hereby-
they were born and simply fall into your eyes.
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