Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

The Laws of Verse

            Dear laws, come to my breast!
Take all my frame, and make your close arms meet
Around me; and so ruled, so warmed, so pressed,
I breathe, aware; I feel my wild heart beat.

            Dear laws, be wings to me!
The feather merely floats. O be it heard
Through weight of life—the skylark's gravity—
That I am not a feather, but a bird.

1. Veni Creator
2. The Threshing Machine
3. To Antiquity
4. Winter Trees on the Horizon
5. Christmas Night

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