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SONNET X
THE LONELY SENTINEL
The sense of passion,—though the passion grew
Not on the licensed legal common tree,—
Made sudden Spring on every side of me
Flute with a music half divine and new.
It made the grey waves flash with sudden blue:
It filled the air with speechless ecstasy;
With golden gleams it lit the cloud-swept lea;
It tinged the world's white flowers with roseate hue.
And why?—I know not. Only God can tell
Why things that on one side seem pale and wrong
Are flushed and holy and sweet and full of song
Upon the other: why in depths of hell
Wherein black Satan's armoured hosts wax strong
Glitters one lonely seraph-sentinel.
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