 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
A VISION OF THE NIGHT.
I saw the bright Apocalypse
Of God's Eternity;
With mild blue eyes, rapt Apollonian lips,
He, smiling, looked on me.
Of God's Eternity;
With mild blue eyes, rapt Apollonian lips,
He, smiling, looked on me.
Then suddenly came, as if down-hurled
Out of great Memnon's lips of old,
Which, like an Earthquake, shook the world—
These words of molten gold:
Out of great Memnon's lips of old,
Which, like an Earthquake, shook the world—
These words of molten gold:
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“I am the Father of all Time—
All things were made by me!
The thunders of the Heavens sublime,
Are mine own voice—Eternity!”
All things were made by me!
The thunders of the Heavens sublime,
Are mine own voice—Eternity!”
More glorious than the golden skies
Of a thousand setting Suns,
Is the face of God unto him who dies
In the hopes of the heavenly Ones!
Of a thousand setting Suns,
Is the face of God unto him who dies
In the hopes of the heavenly Ones!
Villa Allegra, Ga., April 10th, 1836.
| Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights | |