Ay, even the dim words... «Epipsychidion»
innashpitzberg31 августа 2013Ay, even the dim words which obscure thee now Flash, lightning-like, with unaccustomed glow; I pray thee that thou blot from this sad song All of its much mortality and wrong, With those clear drops, which start like sacred dew From the twin lights thy sweet soul darkens through, Weeping, till sorrow becomes ecstasy: Then smile on it, so that it may not die. I never thought before my death to see Youth's vision thus made perfect. Emily,
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