Like a Poet hiddenAlthough actually, if I come to think of it: maybe not so unexpectedly after all.
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Augustine's third exposition of Psalm 103, there.
The birds chirp, but we, in our spiritual poverty, but tweet.
ReplyDeleteYou lifted yourself out of the Slough of Twitter for a while, Alan; but now ... have you sunk back down?
DeleteIt (I mean Shelley and Augustine) does interest me, I must say. The epigraph to Alastor is a quotation from the Confessions, for instance; not what one might imagine "Shelley The Atheist" reading. Except he clearly was.
Not to flog this to death or anything, but just to note: "O lux mentis! o lucens veritas!" is a rather handsome pentameter.
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