Clarel a poem and pilgrimage in the Holy Land |
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 | Clarel |  |
Meanwhile Vine had relapsed. They saw
In silence the heart's shadow draw—
Rich shadow, such as gardens keep
In bower aside, where glow-worms peep
In evening over the virgin bed
Where dark-green periwinkles sleep—
Their bud the Violet of the Dead.
In silence the heart's shadow draw—
Rich shadow, such as gardens keep
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In evening over the virgin bed
Where dark-green periwinkles sleep—
Their bud the Violet of the Dead.
| Clarel | |