The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | ||
MOODS.
In heaviness I lay; no word
I spake; I breathed no tone;
When down from Heaven a thought of joy
Into my heart fell prone:
It smote, it thrilled, it pierced my mind;
Then by that mind's up-buoyaunce
Half-lifted, o'er it cast a glow
Of beauty and deep joyaunce.
I spake; I breathed no tone;
When down from Heaven a thought of joy
Into my heart fell prone:
It smote, it thrilled, it pierced my mind;
Then by that mind's up-buoyaunce
Half-lifted, o'er it cast a glow
Of beauty and deep joyaunce.
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It left me: and my soul once more
Grew dreary as a flood,
When that bright Nymph who bathed therein
Hath vanished in the wood:
When her last lustre from the wave
Is gone, or all but gone,
And backward close the forest boughs,
And the shades of Eve come on.
Grew dreary as a flood,
When that bright Nymph who bathed therein
Hath vanished in the wood:
When her last lustre from the wave
Is gone, or all but gone,
And backward close the forest boughs,
And the shades of Eve come on.
The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | ||