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XLIV.—A MYSTERY.
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-«- He sitteth in an ancient nail;
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Xliv.—A Mystery.
XLIV . —A MYSTERY . _*
-«- He Sitteth In An Ancient Nail;
- _« - He sitteth in an ancient nail ;
He sees the daylight rise and fall ; He hears the tyrant Tempest call ;
Sitting and singing there alone : The golden glories of the skies
, The silver stars become his prize ; The sapphire lamps ( young maidens' eyes )
Are all his own , his own . He sitteth in the ancient hall
, An ancient sage , a hoary seer ; He sees the pictures of the past ,
In airy colors , bright and clear ; He knoweth where the winds have fled ,
And where the spring-time of the year . From hidden caves of sea and land
A faint , wild , wondrous music rings , And forth he puts his wizard hand ,
And touches the _. ZEolian strings . Life issues forth beside him , bland ,
And Death , victorious , laughs and sings . JFor things that come must elsewhere go
, And things that breathe must fade and die ; So Life comes with the winds that blow
, And Death he eloseth many an eye ; And all that _Gfenius , Virtue know
Pass hence unto their home , the sky . He sees all things that are and were
, The smiles that shone , the tears that fell ; The subtlest thought that poet dreamed
His tongue—would he but speak— -can tell ; He seeth and heareth everything ,
From the wedding note to the passing bell . How long shall such a Despot reign
, And sweep into his gloomy store All riches that the earth and main
In all their fruitful seasons bore ? How long ?—Until the world shall wane ,
And weary Time shall be no more !
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1858, page 318, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071858/page/30/
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