Zophiel - A Poem by Maria Gowen Brooks
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XXXVI.
And now he wanders on from glade to glade To where more precious shrubs diffuse their balms, And gliding thro' the thick inwoven shade Where the young Hebrew lay in all her charms, He caught a glimpse. The colours in her face-- Her bare white arms--her lips--her shining hair-- Burst on his view. He would have flown the place; Fearing some faithful angel rested there, Who'd see him--reft of glory--lost to bliss-- Wandering and miserably panting--fain To glean a scanty joy--with thoughts like this-- Came all he'd known and lost--he writh'd with pain Ineffable--But what assailed his ear, A sigh?--surprised, another glance he took; Then doubting--fearing--gradual coming near-- He ventured to her side and dared to look; Whispering, "yes, 'tis of earth! So, new-found life Refreshing, looked sweet Eve, with purpose fell When first sin's sovereign gazed on her, and strife Had with his heart, that grieved with arts of hell, "Stern as it was, to win her o'er to death!-- Most beautiful of all in earth, in heaven, Oh! could I quaff for aye that fragrant breath |
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