To Aubrey De Vere [Sonnet]

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Title:     To Aubrey De Vere [Sonnet]
Author: George MacDonald [More Titles by MacDonald]

Ray of the Dawn of Truth, Aubrey de Vere,
Forgive my play fantastic with thy name,
Distilling its true essence by the flame
Which Love 'neath Fancy's limbeck lighteth clear.
I know not what thy semblance, what thy cheer;
If, as thy spirit, hale thy bodily frame,
Or furthering by failure each high aim;
If green thy leaf, or, like mine, growing sear;
But this I think, that thou wilt, by and by--
Two journeys stoutly, therefore safely trod--
We laying down the staff, and He the rod--
So look on me I shall not need to cry--
"We must be brothers, Aubrey, thou and I:
We mean the same thing--will the will of God!"

[The end]
George MacDonald's poem: To Aubrey De Vere [sonnet]

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