Avolio ; a legend of the island of Cos With poems, lyrical, miscellaneous, and dramatic |
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[Moments there are when most familiar things] |
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[Moments there are when most familiar things]
Moments there are when most familiar thingsSeem strangers to us; when 'round heart and head
The mists of unreality are spread,
From which our keenest searching, baffled, brings
Unformed conceptions, vague imaginings,
Tinged with the doubtful hues of a half-truth;
Chiefly in age, or in our dreaming youth
This phase of contemplation sternly wrings
Our bosoms with the thought,—“the soul is blind!”
Unfathomed meanings, beauty most divine,
Lie round about us,—but we cannot see;
In sky and forest burns a spirit's sign
Unrecognized, and in the whispering wind
Breathes a low undertone of mystery!
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