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Excerpt from The Soul's Destroyer and Other Poems The Soul's Destroyer London! What utterance the mind finds here! In its academy of art, richer Than that proud temple which made Ophir poor, And the resources famed of Sheba's Queen. And its museums, hoarding up the past, With their rare bones of animals extinct; And woven stuffs embroidered by the East Ere other hemispheres could know that Peace Had trophies pleasanter to win than War; The great man, wrought to very life in stone - Of genius, that raises spirits that It cannot lay until their will is wrought - Till in their eyes we seek to wander awed, Lost in the mind's immensity, to find The passage barred, the spirit gone away. And not without sweet sounds to hear: as I Have heard the music, like a hiding child, Low chuckling its delight behind a wall, Which, with a sudden burst and joyous cry, Out leapt and on my heart threw its sweet weight - When strolling in the palace-bounded parks Of our great city on a summer's morn. Now, one who lives for long in London town Doth feel his love divided 'tween the two - A city's noise and Nature's quiet call: About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.