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I. Orm's Vision.
My Soul had a vision,
And in my Soul's vision
The Veil was lifted,
And the Face was there!
And in my Soul's vision
The Veil was lifted,
And the Face was there!
There was no portent
Of fire or thunder,
The wind was sleeping,
Above and under
All things lookt fair.
And the change came softly
Unaware:
On a golden morrow
The Veil was lifted,
And yea! the ineffable Face was there.
Of fire or thunder,
The wind was sleeping,
Above and under
All things lookt fair.
And the change came softly
Unaware:
On a golden morrow
The Veil was lifted,
And yea! the ineffable Face was there.
My Soul saw the vision
From a silent spot—
Nay, of its likeness
Ask me not—
How should my Soul fathom
The formless features?
Gaze at the Master
How should it dare?
Only I flutter'd
To my knees and mutter'd
A moan, a prayer—
Silent, ineffable,
Gazing downward,
The Face was there!
From a silent spot—
Nay, of its likeness
Ask me not—
How should my Soul fathom
The formless features?
Gaze at the Master
How should it dare?
Only I flutter'd
To my knees and mutter'd
A moan, a prayer—
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Gazing downward,
The Face was there!
This let me whisper:
It stirred not, changed not,
Though the world stood still, amazed;
But the Eyes within it,
Like the eyes of a painted picture,
Met and followed
The eyes of each that gazed.
It stirred not, changed not,
Though the world stood still, amazed;
But the Eyes within it,
Like the eyes of a painted picture,
Met and followed
The eyes of each that gazed.
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