Sonnets of the Wingless Hours By Eugene Lee-Hamilton |
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ON AN ILLUSTRATION IN DORÉ'S DANTE.
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ON AN ILLUSTRATION IN DORÉ'S DANTE.
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No, heaven is not like this; nor are the hosts
Of the Eternal Sunrise like these flocks
Of dim gray gulls, which seem from off the rocks
Of utmost Thulë's tempest-tortured coasts;
Of the Eternal Sunrise like these flocks
Of dim gray gulls, which seem from off the rocks
Of utmost Thulë's tempest-tortured coasts;
But brighter than the sparkling rosy frosts
Of topless Himalay, when Dawn unlocks
Light's doors on India; and the glory mocks
What rays then stream through Morning's cloudy posts.
Of topless Himalay, when Dawn unlocks
Light's doors on India; and the glory mocks
What rays then stream through Morning's cloudy posts.
I know it as I once was taken there
By one who held, though breathing still our air,
The diamond clue to that broad dream-made shore
By one who held, though breathing still our air,
The diamond clue to that broad dream-made shore
‘Where the great multitude that no man knows,
In garments white as Lebanon's first snows,
Walk in the sunrise, knowing death no more.’
In garments white as Lebanon's first snows,
Walk in the sunrise, knowing death no more.’
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