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Frederick
George Scott
COLLECTED
POEMS
Solomon
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A double line of columns, white as snow,
And vaulted with mosaics
rich in flowers,
Makes square this cypress
grove where fountain showers
From golden basins cool the grass below;
While from that archway strains of music flow,
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And laughter of fair girls
beguiles the hours.
But brooding, like one held
by evil powers,
The great King heeds not, pacing sad and slow.
His heart hath drained earth’s pleasures to
the lees,
Hath quivered with life’s finest ecstasies;
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Yet now some power reveals
as in a glass
The soul’s unrest and death’s dark agony,
And down the courts the
scared slaves watch him pass
With parched lips muttering, ‘All is vanity.’
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