Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[The Sun hath sunk with stately march and slow!]
The Sun hath sunk with stately march and slow!'Tis Evening. In the Horizon far away,
The quick bright Lightnings make a mimick Day;
The great Heavens seem to throb with them; but no,
It is but near our Earth that sudden glow,
That startling rapid flash—that hurried play
Of many splendours, that a moment stay,
Then sink as rapidly—a fleeting show!
The Eternal Heavens, unconscious of them, are,
In their firm steadfastness, a changeless frame
Unconscious of them every glorious star
That sets the ancient front of Night on flame!
The Lightnings near us spring, though seeming far,
As though from highest heights of Heav'n they came!
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