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- THE SPIRIT MEDIUM
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- POETRY, music, I have loved, and yet
- Because of those new dead
- That come into my soul and escape
- Confusion of the bed,
- Or those begotten or unbegotten
- Perning in a band,
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- I bend my body to the spade
- Or grope with a dirty hand.
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- Or those begotten or unbegotten,
- For I would not recall
- Some that being unbegotten
- Are not individual,
- But copy some one action,
- Moulding it of dust or sand,
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- I bend my body to the spade
- Or grope with a dirty hand.
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- An old ghost's thoughts are lightning,
- To follow is to die;
- Poetry and music I have banished,
- But the stupidity
- Of root, shoot, blossom or clay
- Makes no demand.
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- I bend my body to the spade
- Or grope with a dirty hand.
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