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LV. UNICA.
While all the breathless woods aloof
Lie hushed in noontide's deep repose,
That dove, sun-warmed on yonder roof,
Ah what a grave content she knows!
Lie hushed in noontide's deep repose,
That dove, sun-warmed on yonder roof,
Ah what a grave content she knows!
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One note for her! Deep streams run smooth:
The ecstatic song of transience tells:
What depth on depth of loving truth
In that divine content there dwells!
The ecstatic song of transience tells:
What depth on depth of loving truth
In that divine content there dwells!
All day with down-dropt lids I sat
In trance; the present scene forgone:
When Hesper rose, on Ararat,
Methought, not English hills, he shone.
In trance; the present scene forgone:
When Hesper rose, on Ararat,
Methought, not English hills, he shone.
Back to the ark the waters o'er
That primal dove pursued her flight:
A branch of that blest tree she bore
Which feeds God's Church with holy light.
That primal dove pursued her flight:
A branch of that blest tree she bore
Which feeds God's Church with holy light.
I heard her rustling through the air
With sliding plume—no sound beside
Save the sea-sobbings everywhere,
And sighs of that subsiding tide.
With sliding plume—no sound beside
Save the sea-sobbings everywhere,
And sighs of that subsiding tide.
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