Excerpt from Songs of Seven Years An Introduction The heart baa thoughts too sacred for the tongue - Or, if at all the profane oracle Have leave to babble them, they must be said In riddles, as the secrets of old fanes Once unto men thus darkly were disclosed In the flawed mirror of such speech as mine. The curious foot, irreverent, presses now Among the fallen sacred columns old Of those mute temples; now within my breast The alien presences may take their way But hear no fateful voice or, if at all They hear, oft guess not what the sound implies. The sad, deep whispers of mysterious lips Are borne upon me - if ye hear, attend! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.