The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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| XXXV. |
| XXXVI. |
| XXXVII. | XXXVII. THE RESURRECTION OF THOUGHT
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| LXIX. |
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| LXXVII. |
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XXXVII. THE RESURRECTION OF THOUGHT
In some clear mood of mind, when thought is free,
I see the past transfigured into light,
And every flower is present and as bright
As when my lady's breath was sweet with me,
And hands were sweet, and mingled words,—when we
Bathed in the silver fountains of the night,
And watched the maiden moon's unfolded might
Stream over the illimitable sea.
I see the past transfigured into light,
And every flower is present and as bright
As when my lady's breath was sweet with me,
And hands were sweet, and mingled words,—when we
Bathed in the silver fountains of the night,
And watched the maiden moon's unfolded might
Stream over the illimitable sea.
And then I know that I shall not forget,
Though time with his imperishable palm
Press seething reminiscence into calm,
The face of any single flower we met;
Nor any tear wherewith your lids were wet,
When even folded round us wings of balm.
Though time with his imperishable palm
Press seething reminiscence into calm,
The face of any single flower we met;
Nor any tear wherewith your lids were wet,
When even folded round us wings of balm.
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