Selected
Poems
by
Frederick George Scott
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 scared
slaves watch him pass
With parched lips muttering, ‘All is vanity.’
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