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WESTERN WINDOWS.
Crimsoning the woodlands dumb and hoary,
Bleak with long November winds and rains,
Lo, at sunset, breathes a sudden glory,
Breaks a fire on all the western panes!
Bleak with long November winds and rains,
Lo, at sunset, breathes a sudden glory,
Breaks a fire on all the western panes!
Eastward far I see the restless splendor
Shine through many a window-lattice bright;
Nearer all the farmhouse gables render
Flame for flame and melt in breathless light.
Shine through many a window-lattice bright;
Nearer all the farmhouse gables render
Flame for flame and melt in breathless light.
Many a mansion, many a cottage lowly,
Lost in radiance, palpitate the same
At the touch of Beauty strange and holy,
All transfigured in the evening flame.
Lost in radiance, palpitate the same
At the touch of Beauty strange and holy,
All transfigured in the evening flame.
Luminous, within—a marvellous vision—
Things familiar half-unreal show;
In the effluence of Land Elysian,
Every bosom feels a holier glow.
Things familiar half-unreal show;
In the effluence of Land Elysian,
Every bosom feels a holier glow.
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Faces lose, as at some wondrous portal,
Earthly masks, and heavenly features wear;
Many a mother, like a saint immortal,
Folds her child, a halo'd angel fair.
Earthly masks, and heavenly features wear;
Many a mother, like a saint immortal,
Folds her child, a halo'd angel fair.
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