Anne Whitney
Titles
Alas! and yesternight I woke in terror,
And for that thou art Beauty, and thy name...
Darkness surrounds me with its phantom hosts...
From all these mounds, though day blows fresh and warm,
I dreamed an angel, Angel twice, through death...
I know this spirit bridges unknown space...
In the still hours, a stiller strength was born
Largess from seven-fold heavens, I pray, descend...
Loud heart, that sleep'st when the world's awake,
No slight caprice rules thee. -- Who sounds one note...
O fair mistrust of earth's more solid shows...
O high-born souls, such as God sends to mould...
O Mankind's God! most silent and most lowly
O night, a terrible dismay still lurks...
Of better fortune coming, then, talk not...
So reed-like fragile, in the world's whirl nought...
Stoop low, dear Night, a little star-breeze wakes
The Same (Might we make quest ...)
The Same (Twas then we said...)
Thou seem'st to solve the eternal unity...
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