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Rh Won on the shining borders of the world

Regions of vision; evermore the bird

Hung in the morning sky above my heart,

As if I too should follow and fly with it

To morrows without end; the still noon dreamt

And unseen armor on the ether clanged

Virgilian music; and the paths of sleep

Shone with white garments, gleamed with myrtle crowns

Of youth in triumph bearing boughs of spring;

Then darkened was the hollow cloud of dream,

And, angel-watched, a glory-lighted face

Shining on heaven through flowers of martyrdom

Filled my faint eyes with peace more sweet than joy;

And still the bird in every vision flew

As he would woo me to some world removed,

Forever breaking, lingering, biding nigh,

Till came the Word. 'T was by the marble brook

That jets neglected in the gray-walled cirque

Where slept the Wolf in stone and slept the law;

Silent, I gazed upon the mightier age

Tombed in those walls austere; the bird in air

Shadowed the fountain, and a monk passed by

Dark by those snowy wings; and all at once

The poppy-branch struck on my dream-drenched eyes,