Robert Crawford - The Finer Spirit.
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2014-11-10
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'Tis when the wits I have are gone
The finer powers appear;
The spirit of phantasy leads me on,
And gives my heart her cheer.
The all-licensed fool the mad king had
Was but the light of Lear,
His soul's familiar, motley clad,
That told him no lies here.
Robert Crawford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-finer-spirit/
The finer powers appear;
The spirit of phantasy leads me on,
And gives my heart her cheer.
The all-licensed fool the mad king had
Was but the light of Lear,
His soul's familiar, motley clad,
That told him no lies here.
Robert Crawford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-finer-spirit/
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