july flame
I wanted to make something sweet. The blood inside a maple tree. The sun-light trapped inside the wood, make something good. I wanted to make something strong. An organ pipe in a cathedral. That stays in tune through a thousand blooms, make something good. It's gonna take a long long time. But we're going to make something so fine. I wanted to make something pure. Emerald field. A wild-eyed child in a moonlit room, make something good. I wanted to make something built to last. A bottled ship with a golden mast. And through the square the course stays true, make something good. Make something good. It's gonna take a long long time. But we're gonna make something so fine. It's gonna take a long long time. But we're gonna make something so fine.
XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life !- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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