A Poet Passes
The Shadow brooded o'er him, as he lay
Waiting the end; but far beyond the gloom
He saw the clustered domes with glory dim
In air-built citadels. Celestial slopes
Beamed with lost faces, found; and tides of song
Swept from the morning stars, as faint he saw
A shadowy Form move to him, down a path
Filled with excessive light; then softly came
The Presence, veiled, and called him, and consoled:
As when our noon-day sun, breaking through clouds,
Beats on a glaring plain of burnished snow,
And from his wake of blazing silver pours
Unearthly splendor, so, in brighter light,
He saw Death moving to him on the gleam.
Waiting the end; but far beyond the gloom
He saw the clustered domes with glory dim
In air-built citadels. Celestial slopes
Beamed with lost faces, found; and tides of song
Swept from the morning stars, as faint he saw
A shadowy Form move to him, down a path
Filled with excessive light; then softly came
The Presence, veiled, and called him, and consoled:
As when our noon-day sun, breaking through clouds,
Beats on a glaring plain of burnished snow,
And from his wake of blazing silver pours
Unearthly splendor, so, in brighter light,
He saw Death moving to him on the gleam.
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