Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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SUNSET ON THE LAGO MAGGIORE. |
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SUNSET ON THE LAGO MAGGIORE.
Is this some wondrous pageant? Doth the skyThen hold high festival? The earth below
Put on her singing-robes and glorious show,
As if transfigured by the Almighty's eye!
All colours that on Nature's palette lie,
All rainbows since the Flood there melt and glow,
As if God in His crucible would throw
Yon Alps, and all earth's gems, to fuse thereby
One sun-like jewel! All, the lake below
Reduplicates, as th' image it would keep
For ever. No vain vision this of sleep—
No poet's dream; all real, and waking breath.
O God! this daily life hath sights, I ween,
Might make an apotheosis of death!
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