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a love poem.
Appeared, as seraph faces bright,
Circling an arch sublime.
A godlike mystery arose
Within my 'wildered brain,
Still deepening, as a ringer's chime
Vibrates and peals again.
Circling an arch sublime.
A godlike mystery arose
Within my 'wildered brain,
Still deepening, as a ringer's chime
Vibrates and peals again.
VIII.
And there, upheld, made manifest,
In all that pomp of light—
Wert thou, my loved, my lost, my best,
In angel vesture white;
Like a Madonna cherub-bound,
My rose! I saw thee stand,
The halo on thy virgin brow,
The lily in thy hand.
In all that pomp of light—
Wert thou, my loved, my lost, my best,
In angel vesture white;
Like a Madonna cherub-bound,
My rose! I saw thee stand,
The halo on thy virgin brow,
The lily in thy hand.
IX.
O my beloved! was this a sign,
A symbol that in thee
My life should merge, and, blent with thine,
Thy love its guerdon be?
That all the longing infinite,
The future, present, past,
A symbol that in thee
My life should merge, and, blent with thine,
Thy love its guerdon be?
That all the longing infinite,
The future, present, past,
