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    Poem in Art and Story Collection 1
    Poem in Art and Story Collection 1
    Poem in Art and Story Collection 1
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    Poem in Art and Story Collection 1

    By Astronvita Musewit

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    It is a collection of classic poems. It is a collection of art. Top-talent design blending nature and society, sentiment and beauty... All in all, Poem in Art and Story Collection is about inspiration and mystery. The world and Future will remember poem and art, love and wisdom we all share and pass on...

    Includes poems from and stories of John Keats, William Wordsworth, William Shakespeare, Lewis Carroll, Lord Byron, and William Blake.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherD'Moon
    Release dateDec 25, 2015
    ISBN9781933187631
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      Poem in Art and Story Collection 1 - Astronvita Musewit

      Poem in Art and Story Collection 1

      Publisher's Note

      Poems meet Art

      at Poetry in Gallery,

      Sublime greeting Wisdom,

      Passion conversing with Vision,

      all invite and escort Beauty,

      from tranquility to nobility,

      to eternity.

      Art and poetry

      hums inquiry, philosophy,

      and intriguing life story...

      ~ D'Moon

      A Poet now or never!

      ~ John Keats ~

      John Keats, oil on ivory miniature, painted by his friend Joseph Severn (1819)

      A Prophecy: To George Keats In America

      ~ John Keats ~

      'Tis the witching hour of night,

      Orbed is the moon and bright,

      And the stars they glisten, glisten,

      Seeming with bright eyes to listen --

      For what listen they?

      For a song and for a charm,

      See they glisten in alarm,

      And the moon is waxing warm

      To hear what I shall say.

      Moon! keep wide thy golden ears --

      Hearken, stars! and hearken, spheres! --

      Hearken, thou eternal sky!

      I sing an infant's lullaby,

      A pretty lullaby.

      Listen, listen, listen, listen,

      Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten,

      And hear my lullaby!

      Though the rushes that will make

      Its cradle still are in the lake --

      Though the linen that will be

      Its swathe, is on the cotton tree --

      Though the woollen that will keep

      It warm, is on the silly sheep --

      Listen, starlight, listen, listen,

      Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten,

      And hear my lullaby!

      Child, I see thee! Child, I've found thee

      Midst of the quiet all around thee!

      And thy mother sweet is nigh thee!

      But a Poet evermore!

      See, see, the lyre, the lyre,

      In a flame of fire,

      Upon the little cradle's top

      Flaring, flaring, flaring,

      Past the eyesight's bearing,

      Awake it from its sleep,

      And see if it can keep

      Its eyes upon the blaze

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