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Clara
by R. D. Ashby
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Clara, whose eyes met mine that fateful night,
Is gone; but present time depicts the scene
In ghostly art, as ever power has been
Endowed to man that he in second sight
Advance, and in that spiritual light
Rehearse the principles that make him clean
Of heart; rejecting which, his secret lean
Towards evil: either way that must be right
To prove his true intention; so it's said
We act first in imagination, then
Attempt the mind's art in the real encounter;
But Clara moves in art unchanged between,
Like Christ through walls to those that thought him dead;
Making one act, as heaven and earth amount to.
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September 23, 2010
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