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THE BEATIFIC VISION OF THE EARTH.—3. |
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XXXIV. THE BEATIFIC VISION OF THE EARTH.—3.
Cowering beneath a semilucid veil,A semilucid bridal veil of snow,
Which from the wreath that binds her temples pale
Down to her white and slender feet doth flow,
She sits. I hear her breathings soft and low:
They shake the vine-leaves in that garland frail—
Like Mary's when she heard th' Angelic ‘Hail,’
Dimly I see her blushes come and go.
And now, that veil thrown back, her head she raises,
Fixing upon the stars her starlike eyes:
As though she felt that Heaven on which she gazes
Her bosom rises: lo! her hands, they rise:
She also rises. Time it is to meet
Her Lord, and bless ‘the light of His returning feet.’
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