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Songs
of the Common Day, and Ave!
An
Ode for the Shelley Centenary
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
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O
SOLITARY OF THE AUSTERE SKY
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O SOLITARY
of the austere sky,
Pale presence of the
unextinguished star,
That from thy station where the spheres wheel by,
And quietudes of infinite
patience are,
Watchest this wet, grey-visaged world emerge,— |
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Cold pinnacle on
pinnacle, and deep
On deep of ancient wood and wandering surge,—
Out of the silence
and the mists of sleep;
How
small am I in thine august regard!
Invisible,—and
yet I know my worth!
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When
comes the hour to break this 'prisoning shard,
And reunite with Him
that breathed me forth,
Then shall this atom of the Eternal Soul
Encompass thee in its benign control! |
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