100 untimed books: how loud your heart

84. how loud your heart
84. how loud your heart

I’m reading this very slowly indeed: one poem or extract every Sunday. I had to skip ahead some way to find this, from a paraphrase of Psalm 57 by Mary Herbert, Countess of Pembroke:

My heart prepar’d, prepared is my heart
To spread thy praise
With tuned lays:
Wake my tongue, my lute awake,
Thou my harp the consort make,
My self will bear a part.

But really the whole book seems to speak to this prompt.

100 untimed books

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