Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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AN ALLEGORY OF GOOD AND EVIL. |
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AN ALLEGORY OF GOOD AND EVIL.
Over the dark edge of a precipiceA form bent, half divine, with anguished gaze,
And ever and anon it turned its face,
Yet still reverting thither with fixed eyes.
For in those depths obscure forms seemed to rise
And writhe, that scarce of human bore the trace,
Demoniac half; obliterate the grace
Which should have witnessed high affinities.
Shrink not, bright form, from contact, for their mould
Is thine, and fashioned in the self-same way,
Though flawed in fiercer fires. All is not gold
That glitters, nor all porcelain Man's clay.
A false step, and thou too may'st lose thy hold,
And not look down on them, but on thee they.
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