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LXIII. TILL SHE COME
O holy wondrous coming of the Lord
That they expected—which they saw indeed,
Though not according to their carnal creed
Of trumpets, and a red avenger's sword—
When all thy perfect glory was outpoured
Upon the faithful watchers, what a meed
Was theirs,—how utterly it did exceed
Their suffering,—how transcendent the reward!
That they expected—which they saw indeed,
Though not according to their carnal creed
Of trumpets, and a red avenger's sword—
When all thy perfect glory was outpoured
Upon the faithful watchers, what a meed
Was theirs,—how utterly it did exceed
Their suffering,—how transcendent the reward!
Though all the cultured folk around them railed
And mocked, their watchword in the end prevailed:
Its winged breath was too forceful for the tomb.
With the same patience I my lady's death
Show forth,—I watch with hushed and solemn breath
The clouds that hide her beauty—till she come.
And mocked, their watchword in the end prevailed:
Its winged breath was too forceful for the tomb.
With the same patience I my lady's death
Show forth,—I watch with hushed and solemn breath
The clouds that hide her beauty—till she come.
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