 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Whence looking úp, from Underworlds Deep, tó breach
Which gaping dimly appeared, of living Earth,
Above: as fróm long Night and desolate murk;
Such as whelms úpon dwellers in North Parts;
Whose frost-bound Season, sees no Sun in heaven:
I ware was of a freshing breath, like that
Which flows at dayspring, o'er Worlds hills and heaths.
And gleam, with fearful joy, of heavens sweet Light!
Which gaping dimly appeared, of living Earth,
Above: as fróm long Night and desolate murk;
Such as whelms úpon dwellers in North Parts;
Whose frost-bound Season, sees no Sun in heaven:
I ware was of a freshing breath, like that
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And gleam, with fearful joy, of heavens sweet Light!
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |