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A STATUE.
Dream divine and tender,
Frozen into stone;
Pall nor purple splendor
Round thy grace is thrown;
Thou standest like a star, clothed in thy light alone.
Frozen into stone;
Pall nor purple splendor
Round thy grace is thrown;
Thou standest like a star, clothed in thy light alone.
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Silent with the passion
Of thy new despair;
In the spotless fashion
That all angels wear;
Like softly falling snow thy presence fills the air.
Of thy new despair;
In the spotless fashion
That all angels wear;
Like softly falling snow thy presence fills the air.
On thy lips half-parted,
Sleeps a dreaming sigh;
Love and hope departed
Droop thy pensive eye;
And anguish on thy brow hath set her majesty.
Sleeps a dreaming sigh;
Love and hope departed
Droop thy pensive eye;
And anguish on thy brow hath set her majesty.
Neither shame nor madness
Touch thy spirit pure;
Regally hath sadness
Taught thee to endure;
Earth passes at thy feet, but heaven is ever sure.
Touch thy spirit pure;
Regally hath sadness
Taught thee to endure;
Earth passes at thy feet, but heaven is ever sure.
Like the languid tolling
Of a funeral bell,
Or the awful rolling
Of the ocean's swell,
Thou stillest sound with awe, through power's sublimest spell.
Of a funeral bell,
Or the awful rolling
Of the ocean's swell,
Thou stillest sound with awe, through power's sublimest spell.
In what holy vision
Of a midnight moon,
Did thy shape Elysian
Rise, like some sad tune,
Through the rapt sculptor's soul, and turn his night to noon?
Of a midnight moon,
Did thy shape Elysian
Rise, like some sad tune,
Through the rapt sculptor's soul, and turn his night to noon?
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Utter thus forever,
With resistless tongue,
Higher thought than ever
Bird or breeze hath sung;
For Beauty never dies, and Grace is ever young.
With resistless tongue,
Higher thought than ever
Bird or breeze hath sung;
For Beauty never dies, and Grace is ever young.
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