 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
LXXXIV.
“And here's a diamond, culled from Indian mine
To gift a haughty queen: it might not be:
I knew a worthier brow, sister divine,
And brought the gem; for well I deem for thee
To gift a haughty queen: it might not be:
I knew a worthier brow, sister divine,
And brought the gem; for well I deem for thee
“The ‘arch-chymic sun’ in earth's dark bosom wrought
To prison thus a ray, that when dull Night
Frowns o'er her realms, and Nature's all seems nought,
She whom he grieves to leave may still behold his light.”
To prison thus a ray, that when dull Night
Frowns o'er her realms, and Nature's all seems nought,
She whom he grieves to leave may still behold his light.”
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |