What of teeming artist's mind,
If lamed hands frozen be?
Talisman of the heart be burned
If the spirit cannot so worship
And, Visions-- Mirages
Of red and gold
Come forth, Thou! and repent
For cold absence
From my own paws that stumble at your sight
If lamed hands frozen be?
Talisman of the heart be burned
If the spirit cannot so worship
And, Visions-- Mirages
Of red and gold
Come forth, Thou! and repent
For cold absence
From my own paws that stumble at your sight
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