Tasso and the Sisters Tasso's Spirit: The Nuptials of Juno: The Skeletons: The Spirits of the Ocean. Poems, By Thomas Wade |
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The word was spoken—to the ground
Each Spirit that stood weeping round
Bent sorrowful and slow:
Again arose that music wild,
And lowly down the Master's Child
Inclin'd his lofty brow;
Whilst the sad Parent, speechless, gaz'd
On eyes that could no more be rais'd;—
And as he looked, a long-drawn sigh
Betray'd his bosom's agony,—
To think the faded form he view'd
Was once with loveliness endued,
Whose coral lip and azure eye
Could make the rudest gazer sigh;—
To think that she, who, when the moon
Made night more beautiful than noon,
So lov'd to mark its radiance fair
And watch her rival of the air,
Whilst ever flow'd the notes along
Of Fancy's wildly-warbled song,
To think that lov'd and loveliest maid,
So oft upon his bosom laid,
Who seem'd commission'd from the skies
To bear to Earth a Paradise,—
Like rainbows should have past away,—
As beautiful, but frail as they!
Each Spirit that stood weeping round
Bent sorrowful and slow:
Again arose that music wild,
And lowly down the Master's Child
Inclin'd his lofty brow;
Whilst the sad Parent, speechless, gaz'd
On eyes that could no more be rais'd;—
And as he looked, a long-drawn sigh
Betray'd his bosom's agony,—
To think the faded form he view'd
Was once with loveliness endued,
Whose coral lip and azure eye
Could make the rudest gazer sigh;—
To think that she, who, when the moon
Made night more beautiful than noon,
So lov'd to mark its radiance fair
And watch her rival of the air,
Whilst ever flow'd the notes along
Of Fancy's wildly-warbled song,
To think that lov'd and loveliest maid,
So oft upon his bosom laid,
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To bear to Earth a Paradise,—
Like rainbows should have past away,—
As beautiful, but frail as they!
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