THE POET’S THOUGHT 
     
    
   
   
    
     IT came to him in rainbow dreams. 
     
     Blent with the wisdom of the sages, 
     
     Of spirit and of passion born; 
     
    

    
     In words as lucent as the morn 
     
    

    
     He prisoned it, and now it gleams 
     
    

    
     A jewel shining through the ages. 
     
    
   
   
    
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