[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 49]

15-8-10

I asked the conscience of the sun and moon

To my verse, to be flagrant in[1] my creed;

I brought the darkness and the light to won

Themselves the symbols[2] into truth agreed;

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Clouds and the night-seas where we prayer gup 

I called to me with poet’s |fore-willed|[3] will,

And I worn[4] Nature’s to a song of hope,

Upon the terribly end of my |pure| quill.

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[49v]

Into the image of sense I formed my thought

And into words, like sense |grows| wine,

It sparkled from the sense to words is nought

The † of feelings to[5] which our thought’s prime.

How great a prayer!

Live my verse to be!

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To which God from this moment of blame me. 

 
[1] in /of\
[2] the /mute\ symbols
[3] |fore/won\/†\-willed|
[4] worn /woke\
[5] to /with\