Zophiel - A Poem by Maria Gowen Brooks
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What 'twas they canopied; and quickly heaved
Beneath her robe's white folds and azure zone, Her heart yet incomposed; a fillet thro' Peeped brightly azure, while with tender moan As if of bliss, Zephyr her ringlets blew Sportive;--about her neck their gold he twined, Kissed the soft violet on her temples warm, And eye brow--just so dark might well define Its flexile arch;--throne of expression's charm. XXVIII. As the vexed Caspian, tho' its rage be past And the blue smiling heavens swell o'er in peace, Shook to the centre, by the recent blast, Heaves on tumultuous still, and hath not power to cease. So still each little pulse was seen to throb Tho' passion and its pains were lulled to rest, And "even and anon" a pitious sob Shook the pure arch expansive o'er her breast. [FN#12] [FN#12] This effect is very observable in little children, who for several hours after they have cried themselves to sleep, and sometimes even when a smile is on their lips, are heard, from time to time, to utter sobs. |
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