Zophiel - A Poem by Maria Gowen Brooks
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I lose the dismal sense of my despair--
But then--I will not think upon the rest. "And wherefore grieve to cloud her little day [FN#15] Of fleeting life?--What doom from power divine I bear eternal! thoughts of ruth, away! Wake pretty fly!--and--while thou mayst,--be mine. "Tho' but an hour--so thou suppli'st thy looms With shining silk, [FN#16] and in the cruel snare See'st the fond bird entrapped, but for his plumes To work thy robes, or twine amidst thy hair." [FN#15] The ancient Hebrews had no idea of a future state. [FN#16] I have not been able to discover whether the use of silk was known at so early a period. It is said to have been sold in Rome for its weight in gold, and was considered so luxurious an article that it was considered infamous for a man to appear drest in it. The Roman Pausanias says that it came from the country of the Seres, a people of Asiatic Scythia. XL. To wisper softly in her ear he bent, But draws him back restrained: A higher power That loved to watch o'er slumbering innocent, Repelled his evil touch; and, from her bower |
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