Emma Tatham

Biographical details

Portrait of Emma Tatham Emma Tatham,  The Dream of Pythagoras and Other Poems

“ I could well Have drown'd my spark of immortality In drunkeness of peace; I knew not yet The warrior life of virtue, and the high And honourable strife and storm that cleanse And exercise her pinions. I was now To learn the rapture of struggle made For immortality and truth; therefore The ocean toss'd me to his mountain chains, Bidding me front the tempest; fires of heaven Were dancing o'er his cataracts, and scared His sounding billows; glorious thunders roll'd Beneath, above, around; the strong winds fought, Lifting up pyramids of tortured waves, Then dashing them to foam. ”
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Portrait of Emma Tatham Emma Tatham,  The Dream of Pythagoras and Other Poems

“ There first my soul drank my music, and was taught That melody is part of heaven, and lives In every heaven-born spirit like her breath; There did I learn, that music without end Breathes, murmurs, swells, echoes, and floats, and peals, And thunders through creation, and in truth Is celestial language, and the voice Of love; and now my soul began to speak The speech of immortality. But yet I was to learn a lesson more severe – To shine alone in darkness, and the deeps Of sordid earth. ”
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Portrait of Emma Tatham Emma Tatham,  The Dream of Pythagoras and Other Poems

“ My children, listen; let the soul Hear her mysterious origin, and trace Her backward path to heaven. 'Tvas but a dream; And yet from shadows we may learn the shape And substance of undying truth. Methought In vision I beheld the first beginning And after-changes of my soul. O joy! She is of no mean origin, but sprang From loftier source than stars or sunbeam know. ”
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