Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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SELF-DECEPTION.
There's a Seēr's peak on Ararat, they say,
From which we can descry the better world;
Not that supernal kingdom whence were hurled
The rebel-angels ere Creation's day,
But Eden-garden, Adam's first array,
Round which the Flood-waves stood back like a wall,
And whither still are sent the souls of all
The good dead, where the cherubim sing and play.
From which we can descry the better world;
Not that supernal kingdom whence were hurled
The rebel-angels ere Creation's day,
But Eden-garden, Adam's first array,
Round which the Flood-waves stood back like a wall,
And whither still are sent the souls of all
The good dead, where the cherubim sing and play.
Dear lovely land we wait for and desire,
Whence fondly-loved lost faces look back still,
Waiting for us, so distant and apart;
But from the depth between what mists aspire—
What wrinkled sea rolls severing hill from hill—
Vision! 'tis but a reflex of the heart!
Whence fondly-loved lost faces look back still,
Waiting for us, so distant and apart;
But from the depth between what mists aspire—
What wrinkled sea rolls severing hill from hill—
Vision! 'tis but a reflex of the heart!
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