The Linnet's Wings :Take All My Loves, My Love - Page 7

The Linnet´s Wings n placid hours well-pleased we dream Of many a brave unbodied scheme. But form to lend, pulsed life create, What unlike things must meet and mate: A flame to melt—a wind to freeze; Sad patience—joyous energies; Humility—yet pride and scorn; Instinct and study; love and hate; Audacity—reverence. These must mate, And fuse with Jacob’s mystic heart, To wrestle with the angel—Art. I Herman Melville ( August 1, 1819 – September 28, 1891 7