The Poetical Works of Laman Blanchard With a Memoir by Blanchard Jerrold |
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NOON.
How all the spirits of nature love to greet,
In mystic recognition from the grass,
And cloud, and spray—a warm and vivid class—
The eagle-stirring Noon; around whose feet
The glories of the brimful summer meet:
That reeling Time beholds his sober glass
Turn to a goblet; and the sands that pass
Seem drops of living wine! O, this is sweet,
To see the heavens all open, and the hood
Of crystal Noon flung back! the earth meanwhile
Filling her veins with sunshine—vital blood
Of all that now from her full breast doth smile
(Casting no shadow) on that pleasant flood
Of light, where every mote is some small minstrel's isle.
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