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The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | ||
XXXIII. DOMUS AUREA.
‘Wisdom hath built herself a House,
And hewn her out her pillars seven:’
Her wine is mixed: her guests are those
Who share the harvest-home of heaven.
And hewn her out her pillars seven:’
Her wine is mixed: her guests are those
Who share the harvest-home of heaven.
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The fruits upon her table piled
Are gathered from the Tree of Life:
Around are ranged the undefiled,
And those that conquered in the strife.
Are gathered from the Tree of Life:
Around are ranged the undefiled,
And those that conquered in the strife.
Who tends the guests? Who smiles away
Sad memories? bids misgiving cease?
A crowned one countenanced like the day
The Mother of the Prince of Peace!
Sad memories? bids misgiving cease?
A crowned one countenanced like the day
The Mother of the Prince of Peace!
The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | ||