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THE ANGEL'S VISIT. 251
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XXXVIII.—THE ANGEL'S VISIT.
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Ci.oud bars, all purpling-drifting west,...
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The Angel's Visit. 251
THE ANGEL ' S VISIT . 251
Xxxviii.—The Angel's Visit.
XXXVIII . —THE _ANGEL'S VISIT . — ? .
Ci.Oud Bars, All Purpling-Drifting West,...
_Ci . oud bars , all purpling-drifting west , Slow melted into fiery rose ,
Then blank gold lights above the firs , — Such was the mournful evening ' s close . A dewy mist soft rising spread ,
And hid the hiH & with veiling mist , The ghostly herald of the night The day ' s cold dying forehead kissed .
The twilight called her shadowy train , From forests : dark where still they linger ;
In yon grey level trail of cloud I saw a pointing Banshee-finger .. And now my cottage ( eage of roses )
Stood out to face the coming night , The northern half was all in shade , . .
The southern part was blanched with white . _, That day of sullen smouldering heat ,
Had passed away in angry fire As if the sudden wrath , of God , .
Had smote it with His dreadful ire . The moon her burning golden round
Repeated in the silent lake Level and calmsave where on reeds r
The lisping ripples break . The white flowers on the hedge were closed ,
The owl was on the beetle ' s track , The fir-trees rising ' gainst the moon
Barred the gold disk with lines of black . That summer night , by Death quick plucked ,
The roses lapsed with silent fall , , The Apricots through silvery dew ,
Shone on the . southern wall . The moon aloft was golden calm _^ The in the lake still
moon was , The _/ firs rose with their lancer ranks Battalioned on the hilL
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), June 1, 1863, page 251, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01061863/page/35/
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