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Emily Jane Brontë: The Complete Poems | ||
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[The wide cathedral Aisles are lone]
The wide cathedral Aisles are lone
The vast crowds vanished every one
There can be nought beneath that dome
But the cold tenants of the tomb
The vast crowds vanished every one
There can be nought beneath that dome
But the cold tenants of the tomb
O look again for still on high
The lamps are burning gloriously
And look again for still beneath
A thousand thousand live and breathe
The lamps are burning gloriously
And look again for still beneath
A thousand thousand live and breathe
All mute as death regard the shrine
That gleams in lustre so divine
Where Gondal's monarchs bending low
After the hush of silent prayer
Take in heaven's sight their awful vow
And never dying union swear
King Julius lifts his impious eye
From the dark marble to the sky
Blasts with that Oath his perjured soul
And changeless is his cheek the while
Though burning thoughts that spurn control
Kindle a short and bitter smile
As face to face the kinsmen stand
His false hand clasped in Gerald's hand
That gleams in lustre so divine
Where Gondal's monarchs bending low
After the hush of silent prayer
Take in heaven's sight their awful vow
And never dying union swear
King Julius lifts his impious eye
From the dark marble to the sky
Blasts with that Oath his perjured soul
And changeless is his cheek the while
Though burning thoughts that spurn control
Kindle a short and bitter smile
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His false hand clasped in Gerald's hand
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