Zophiel - A Poem by Maria Gowen Brooks
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page 44 of 69 (63%)
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Recalled her: quick as on primeval gloom
Burst the new day-star, when the Eternal bid, Appeared, and glowing filled the dusky room, As 'twere a brillant cloud; the form it hid Modest emerged, as might a youth beseem; Save a slight scarf, his beauty bare, and white As cygnet's bosom on some silver stream; Or young narcissus, when to woo the light Of its _first_ morn, that flowret open springs;-- And near the maid he comes with timid gaze And gently fans her, with his full spread wings Transparent as the cooling gush that plays From ivory fount. Each bright prismatic tint Still vanishing, returning, blending, changing, Glowed, from their fibrous mystic texture glint, Like colours o'er the full-blown bubble ranging That pretty urchins launch upon the air And laugh to see it vanish; yet, so bright, More like--and even that were faint compare, As shaped from some new rain-bow; rosy light Like that which pagans say the dewy car Precedes of their Aurora, clipp'd him round Retiring as he mov'd; and evening's star Shamed not the diamond coronal that bound |
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