Charles Heavysege (Чарльз Хевиседж)
Secrets Of The Heart
Open, my heart, thy ruddy valves; It is thy master calls; Let me go down, and, curious, trace Thy labyrinthine halls. Open, O heart, and let me view The secrets of thy den; Myself unto myself now show With introspective ken. Expose thyself, thou covered nest Of passions, and be seen; Stir up thy brood, that in unrest Are ever piping keen. Ah! what a motley multitude, Magnanimous and mean!
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