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ON RAPHAEL'S ARCHANGEL MICHAEL.
From out the depths of crocus-coloured morn,
With rush of wings, the young Archangel came,
And diamond spear; and leapt, as leaps a flame,
On Satan, where the light was scarcely born;
With rush of wings, the young Archangel came,
And diamond spear; and leapt, as leaps a flame,
On Satan, where the light was scarcely born;
And roll'd the sunless Rebel, bruis'd and torn,
Upon the earth's bare plain, in dust and shame,
Holding awhile his spear's suspended aim
Above the rayless head in radiant scorn.
Upon the earth's bare plain, in dust and shame,
Holding awhile his spear's suspended aim
Above the rayless head in radiant scorn.
So leaps within the soul on Wrong or Lust
The warrior Angel whom we deem not near,
And rolls the rebel impulse in the dust,
The warrior Angel whom we deem not near,
And rolls the rebel impulse in the dust,
Scathing its neck with his triumphal tread,
And holding high his bright coercing spear
Above its inexterminable head.
And holding high his bright coercing spear
Above its inexterminable head.
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