Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE VISION. |
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THE VISION.
'Twas a vision of rapture that rushed on my Soul,
Profound and unmatched and supreme,
In its glory and beauty and transports of might,
A wildering and world-kindling dream!
Profound and unmatched and supreme,
In its glory and beauty and transports of might,
A wildering and world-kindling dream!
'Twas existence within, 'twas existence without,
'Twas a life without barrier or bound,
For my thoughts with the lightnings and wild winds careered
And yet searched the Soul's veiled depths profound.
'Twas a life without barrier or bound,
For my thoughts with the lightnings and wild winds careered
And yet searched the Soul's veiled depths profound.
'Twas delirious delight and consummate content,
And 'twas then first their fulness I knew!
And I felt 'twas the presence of joy in my Soul—
A joy cloudless and perfect and true.
And 'twas then first their fulness I knew!
And I felt 'twas the presence of joy in my Soul—
A joy cloudless and perfect and true.
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Could we live in such visions how glorious were life,
How starry—how flow'ry its way—
How smoothed all its roughness, how charm'd all its strife—
But how mournful when Death claimed his prey!
How starry—how flow'ry its way—
How smoothed all its roughness, how charm'd all its strife—
But how mournful when Death claimed his prey!
How darkly the tomb should frown, reared at the close
Of a vista so dazzling and fair!
And however that vista might glowingly shine,
The Tomb must be darkly reared there!
Of a vista so dazzling and fair!
And however that vista might glowingly shine,
The Tomb must be darkly reared there!
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