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As I one ev'ning sat before my cell,
Me thoughts a star did shoot into my lap.
I rose, and shook my clothes, as knowing well,
That from small fires comes oft no small mishap.
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From both artillerist One was finite To disclose the infiniteness of another one " I am but finite, yet thine infinitely. " There is hidden the philosophy of eternity in last line, mastermind line.... Impermanence need to proclaim the existence of permanence
Shun not my arrows, and behold my breast. Yet if thou shunnest, I am thine: I must be so, if I am mine. Very fine poem full of feelings. tony
From my! ! To rest my mind with the truth! Not to refuse the pain in the cell; Able to face the laws of the land. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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7/28/2025 12:27:32 AM # 1.0.0
There is no articling with thee I am but finite, yet thine infinite. Great classical poem of the day.