Quote#Nature
'Tis thou alone who, with thy mystic fan
Quote byRobert Herrick · 1591–1674
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Hesperides (1648), 128. "His Farewell to Sack".
English (original)
'Tis thou alone who, with thy mystic fan, Work'st more than wisdom, art, or nature can To rouse the sacred madness and awake The frost-bound blood and spirits, and to make Them frantic with thy raptures flashing through The soul like lightning, and as active too.
— Robert Herrick
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