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|17/05/2010|

Listening Senses

I listen’d to your meditating heart
And its beating expressed a promising art.
I came to kill the soul of your stubborn tears
And not the joy it bears.
I would edify your absolute self not defy
And all you proffer shall in my transcripts kindled beautify.

I knew you’d in truth frantically write
And I’ve appear’d to tell your teasing senses you’re right.
I came to lend you fortune’s learning
And start your quill’s harvest earning.
I am listening to the qualities that you soundly qualify
In dignity of reasons your senses I amiably unify.