 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
LV.
And now Phraërion, with a tender cry,—
Far sweeter than the land-bird's note, afar
Heard through the azure arches of the sky,
By the long-baffled, storm-worn mariner,—
Far sweeter than the land-bird's note, afar
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By the long-baffled, storm-worn mariner,—
“Hold, Zóphiël! rest thee now: our task is done.
Tahathyam's realms-alone can give this light!
Oh! though 'tis not the life-awakening sun,
How sweet to see it break upon such fearful night!”
Tahathyam's realms-alone can give this light!
Oh! though 'tis not the life-awakening sun,
How sweet to see it break upon such fearful night!”
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |