Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер)
The Process of Composition: An Illustration
Oft in our fancy an uncertain thought Hangs colourless, like dew on bents of grass, Before the morning o'er the field doth pass; But soon it glows and brightens; all unsought A sudden glory flashes through the dream, Our purpose deepens and our wit grows brave, The thronging hints a richer utterance crave, And tongues of fire approach the new-won theme; A subtler process now begins--a claim Is urged for order, a well-balanced scheme Of words and numbers, a consistent aim; The dew dissolves before the warming beam; But that fair thought consolidates its flame, And keeps its colours, hardening to a flame.
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