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SONNET VII
THE WAKING OF BEAUTY

Take courage, friends, for she hath but been sleeping
These eighteen centuries underneath the snow;
She whom we loved and worshipped long ago
In Hellas, for whose face we have been weeping,
And long look-out the sons of men are keeping,
Shall burn upon us with her early glow
Of sweetest rosy gladness; we shall know
Her resurrection—we who have been reaping
The bitter harvest of her absent shame.
From end to end of our awakened earth
Shall roll upon the wings of morning mirth
The great reverberation of her name,
And she shall rule the ages, she the same
To whom the foam of Grecian waves gave birth.
1870.