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A Dialogue Of Self And Soul

アーティスト:Samhain  アルバム:The Fifth Season 

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By: William Butler Yeats We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blest. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air, "Upon the star that marks the hidden pole; Fix every wandering thought upon That quarter where all thought is done: Who can distinguish darkness from the soul The consecretes blade upon my knees Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was, Still razor-keen, still like a looking-glass Unspotted by the centuries; That flowering, silken, old embroidery, torn From some court-lady's dress and round The wodden scabbard bound and wound Can, tattered, still protect, faded adorn I{My Soul.} Why should the. imagination of a man Long past his prime. remember things that are Emblematical of love and war? Think of ancestral night that can, If but imagination. scorn the earth And interllect is wandering To this and that. and t'other thing, Deliver from the crime. of death and birth. I{My self.} Montashigi, third of his family, fashioned it Five hundred years ago, about it lie Flowers from I know not what embroidery -- Heart's purple -- and all these I set For emblems of the day against the tower Emblematical of the night, And claim as by a soldier's right A charter to commit the crime once more. I{My Soul.} Such fullness. in


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