Gelett Burgess

(30 January 1866 – 18 September 1951 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Abstemia - Poem by Gelett Burgess

In Mystic
often Confounded with Farrago

If aught that stumbles in my speech
Or stutters in my pen,
Or, claiming tribute, each to each,
Rise, not to fall again,
Let something lowlier far, for me,
Through evanescent shades--
Than which my spirit might not be
Nourished in fitful ecstasy
Not less to know but more to see
Where that great Bliss pervades.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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