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56
A SUN-GOD.
Soon thou shalt lay thy tender hands on me
And the strong force of passion shall ignite,
Struck as a sudden comet into light
By the inviting flame of love I see
Bloom as a crimson mantle over thee—
Even as the snows below the hills are white,
But next the Alpine sun shine red and bright,
Rosy for miles upon the mountain-knee.
And the strong force of passion shall ignite,
Struck as a sudden comet into light
By the inviting flame of love I see
Bloom as a crimson mantle over thee—
Even as the snows below the hills are white,
But next the Alpine sun shine red and bright,
Rosy for miles upon the mountain-knee.
Yea, thou shalt change me from a quiet star,
Following the universal rounded road,
Desiring thee in silence from afar,
Into a sun-god,—bearing the white load
Of thy sweet misty body in a car
Of flame towards some desirable abode.
Following the universal rounded road,
Desiring thee in silence from afar,
Into a sun-god,—bearing the white load
Of thy sweet misty body in a car
Of flame towards some desirable abode.
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