The Poetry of Real Life A New Edition, Much Enlarged and Improved. By Henry Ellison |
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WRITTEN UPON READING THE PRECEDING SONNET, LONG
AFTER IT WAS COMPOSED IN ITALY. |
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WRITTEN UPON READING THE PRECEDING SONNET, LONG AFTER IT WAS COMPOSED IN ITALY.
Oh, well do I remember it: the day,The time, the clime, the spot, where I first wrote
Those lines, on which my tearful eyes now dote!
The mere remembrance of it still will play
Like a bright halo round my head, when grey
My hairs are grown, and nought else I can note!
Like a remembered glory doth it float
Round me, and, as transfigured, on my way
I move, in blessedness unspeakable!
Those lines to others are mere common-place,
To me they seem, and are, a miracle:
In heaven's fire I dipped my pen, to trace
The words, when on me that bright vision fell,
That calm, subduing glance of God's own face!
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