an allegory.
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THE TRIUMPH OF THE SPIRITUAL OVER THE SENSUAL.
an allegory.
Near a being on the verge of manhood,
In a waking vision, I behold
Two fair figures,—one is lowly kneeling,
At his feet, with loosen'd locks of gold,
Down her white, half-veiled bosom, stealing,
O'er her waxen cheek, in soft tresses, roll'd,
Link'd with many a burning gem, revealing
Radiant colors through each silken fold.
In a waking vision, I behold
Two fair figures,—one is lowly kneeling,
At his feet, with loosen'd locks of gold,
Down her white, half-veiled bosom, stealing,
O'er her waxen cheek, in soft tresses, roll'd,
Link'd with many a burning gem, revealing
Radiant colors through each silken fold.
One soft, dimpled hand uplifts a chalice,
Richly chased, and starr'd with rubies rare,
While the other points towards a palace
Rising like a dream upon the air!
Richly chased, and starr'd with rubies rare,
While the other points towards a palace
Rising like a dream upon the air!
