Make Strong Old Dreams Lest Our World Lose Heart ... by Pound
Make strong old dreams lest this our world lose heart
For man is a skin full of wine
But his soul is a hole full of God
And the song of all time blows through him
As winds through a knot-holed board.
Though man be a skin full of wine
Yet his heart is a little child
That croucheth low beneath the wind
When the God-storm battereth wild.
A Lume Spento (1908)
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