Quote by Alfred Noyes

Critics, you have been so kind, I would not have you think me blind To all the wisdom that you preach; Yet before I strictlier run In straiter lines of chiselled speech, Give me one more hour, just one Hour to hunt the fairy gleam That flutters through this childish dream.


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Summary

In this quote, the person acknowledges and appreciates the critics' advice and wisdom, but asks for a brief moment to chase a fleeting and whimsical curiosity. They value the freedom to explore beyond the boundaries of structured and precise language, desiring a glimpse of enchantment found in dreams. Essentially, they request an opportunity to temporarily escape the constraints of criticism and indulge in the frivolity and wonder that these childish dreams offer.

By Alfred Noyes
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