The Sea-King A metrical romance, in six cantos. With notes, historical and illustrative. By J. Stanyan Bigg |
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LIII.
Soon were the wants of nature well supplied,And sleep came o'er him like a cooling tide
Upon a feverish frame; absorbed he lay
And dreamed dreams, as most men do beside.
Sweet were his slumbers, till his soul began
The arduous toil of the preceding day;
Again in dreams his whirling course he ran,
And toiled and struggled in his upward way.
His labouring soul, forced out from every pore,
The painful sweat; and now that ceaseless roar
Seemed dinning in his ears, as on the day before,
Stunning alike each avenue of sense;
But see the change! his painful toil is o'er,
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Rests on his features now. 'Tis as a scene
Grand in itself, but by thick clouds obscured,
And curtained o'er by night; where nought is seen
Of grandeur or of beauty, till the sun
Rides forth in majesty; and with his beams
Converging in their strength, pours forth in streams
A glorious tide, a flood of golden light,
Dispelling darkness, and the mists of night,
And chasing every cloud, and blot, away;
Giving each beauty to the light of day.
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