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 IAN H. T. MACKENZIE

Desire

HIS is my desire

Which burns the fuel of my soul.

O terrible white fire!

Leaping to blister the sky.

Beyond my sight;

Ever reaching higher;

My strength and my delight;

Oh out of my control!

This is my desire:—

To hear the song that beauty sings,

To refashion the earth with the joy of things,

To grasp in a corner of my mind

The sunlit clouds, the driving wind.

To let imagination fly

Up the beauty of the sky.

To hold it with me when I go

To sing my song on earth below.

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