In 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.
Art
Herman Melville
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Poem topics: angel, brave, dream, hate, heart, life, pride, sad, wind, flame, patience, create, instinct, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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