Thomas Edward Brown, Old John, and other poems (London: Macmillan, 1893). PR 4175 B5 O4 Robarts Library
2 And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes
3 Pressed from the pulp of dreams, one comes, and cries:--
4"Forbear!" and all my heaven with gloom enshrouds.
5 "Forbear!" Thou hast no tools wherewith to essay
6 The delicate waves of that elusive grain:
7 Wouldst have due recompense of vulgar pain?
8The potter's wheel for thee, and some coarse clay!
9 "So work, if work thou must, O humbly skilled!
10 Thou hast not known the Master; in thy soul
11 His spirit moves not with a sweet control;
12Thou art outside, and art not of the guild."
13 Thereat I rose, and from his presence passed,
14 But, going, murmured:--"To the God above,
15 Who holds my heart, and knows its store of love,
17 Then on the shore God stooped to me, and said:--
18 "He spake the truth: even so the springs are set
19 That move thy life, nor will they suffer let,
20Nor change their scope; else, living, thou wert dead.
21 "This is thy life: indulge its natural flow,
22 And carve these forms. They yet may find a place
23 On shelves for them reserved. In any case,
24I bid thee carve them, knowing what I know."
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