DARK glowed the vales of amethyst
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Beneath
an opal shroud:
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The moon bud opened through the mist
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Its white-fire leaves of cloud.
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Through rapt at gaze with eyes of light
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Looked forth the seraph seers,
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The vast and wandering dream of night
Rolled on above our tears. |
Friday, May 31, 2013
The Poetry Room: Alien, by 'A.E' (George William Russell, 1867 - 1935)
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