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Poem by Jones Very


Psyche


I SAW a worm, with many a fold;
    It spun itself a sliken tomb; 
And there in winter time enrolled,
    It heeded not the cold or gloom.

Within a small, snug nook it lay,
    Nor snow nor sleet could reach it there, 
Nor wind was felt in gusty day,
    Nor biting cold of frosty air.

Spring comes with bursting buds and grass,
    Around him stirs a warmer breeze; 
The chirping insects by him pass,
    His hiding place not yet he leaves.

But summer came; its fervid breath
    Was felt within the sleeper's cell; 
And, waking from his sleep of death,
    I saw him crawl from out his shell

Slow and with pain he first moved on,
    And of the day he seemed to be; 
A day passed by; the worm was gone,
    It soared on golden pinions free!



Jones Very


Jones Very's other poems:
  1. The New Birth
  2. Enoch
  3. Time
  4. Soul-Sickness
  5. The Earth


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