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[A presence! a glory celestial!]

A presence! a glory celestial!
O Eros, how great is thy gain!
Divinity walks the terrestrial;
Away, away, ye prophane!
Give me thy hand, O Delightful!
I too am the child of a god;
And the long-locked Apollo at nightfall
Will linger to kiss me, and nod.
Tread as becomes us in duty,
That mortals may know the divine;
For I am a prophet of Beauty,
And thou art the statue and shrine.
1846.