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I
LOCKE sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.

II
Where got I that truth?
Out of a medium's mouth.
Out of nothing it came,
Out of the forest loam,
Out of dark night where lay
The crowns of Nineveh.

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  • Pyragus
    August 31, 2005
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    This is an odd poem, as a rule I love William Butler Yeats, and this is no exception. It is very diffrent from my normaly favorite style. It has a sort of mysteriousness about it, also it is very blunt, but I like

    ~kar