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FEROR INGENTI CIRCUMDATA NOCTE |
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FEROR INGENTI CIRCUMDATA NOCTE
No sound or sight, no voice or vision came
When that fulfilled itself which was to be,—
The crash that whelmed mine inner world in flame
And rolled its rivers backward from the sea.
Nay, many a fjeld and fjord of ancient name
Lay that long night without one sign for me;
Gudvangen, Vossevangen, slept the same,
And dream was on the woods of Oiloë.
When that fulfilled itself which was to be,—
The crash that whelmed mine inner world in flame
And rolled its rivers backward from the sea.
Nay, many a fjeld and fjord of ancient name
Lay that long night without one sign for me;
Gudvangen, Vossevangen, slept the same,
And dream was on the woods of Oiloë.
Yet surely once thou camest! and the whole
Dark deep of heaven sighed thy tale to tell;
Lost like Eurydice's thy spirit stole
Wildered between the forest and the fell;—
Only mine eyes were holden, and my soul
Too roughly tuned to feel thy last farewell.
Dark deep of heaven sighed thy tale to tell;
Lost like Eurydice's thy spirit stole
Wildered between the forest and the fell;—
Only mine eyes were holden, and my soul
Too roughly tuned to feel thy last farewell.
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