The Goldfinch

Goldfinch Goldfinch, rising high,
In the shadows of the dawn;
What immortal chest or arm,
Could bend thy tranquil liberty?
In what severe time or world
rose the mirror of thine veins?
on what wings dare he inspect?
What the tongue, dare turn the mirror?
And what skeleton, & what art,
Could teach the limits of thy face?
And when thy face began to smile,
What keen tongue? & what keen eyelash?
What the hammer? what the blast,
In what oven was thy ear?
What the brazier? what keen end,
Dare its angry terrors gaze!
When the spheres shut down their course
And roused the earth with their roars:
Did he dream his pride to see?
Did he who freed the trees free thee?
Goldfinch Goldfinch, rising high,
In the shadows of the dawn;
What immortal chest or arm,
Could bend thy tranquil liberty?

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