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NOT EVERY DAY FIT FOR VERSE

‘Tis not ev’ry day that I
Fitted am to prophesy:
No, but when the spirit fills
The fantastic pannicles,
Full of fire, then I write
As the Godhead doth indite.
Thus enraged, my lines are hurl’d,
Like the Sibyl’s, through the world:
Look how next the holy fire
Either slakes, or doth retire;
So the fancy cools: till when
That brave spirit comes again.


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Poem NOT EVERY DAY FIT FOR VERSE - Robert Herrick