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POEMS.
Should slowly round his orb, and slowly grow
To a full face, there like a sun remain
Fixed—then as slowly fade again,
And draw itself to what it was before;
So full, so deep, so slow,
Thought seems to come and go
In thy large eyes, imperial Eleänore.
To a full face, there like a sun remain
Fixed—then as slowly fade again,
And draw itself to what it was before;
So full, so deep, so slow,
Thought seems to come and go
In thy large eyes, imperial Eleänore.
As thunderclouds that, hung on high,
Did roof noonday with doubt and fear,
Floating through an evening atmosphere,
Grow golden all about the sky;
In thee all passion becomes passionless,
Touched by thy spirit's mellowness,
Losing his fire and active might,
In a silent meditation,
Falling into a still delight,
And luxury of contemplation:
As waves that from the outer deep
Roll into a quiet cove,
There fall away, and lying still,
Did roof noonday with doubt and fear,
Floating through an evening atmosphere,
Grow golden all about the sky;
In thee all passion becomes passionless,
Touched by thy spirit's mellowness,
Losing his fire and active might,
In a silent meditation,
Falling into a still delight,
And luxury of contemplation:
As waves that from the outer deep
Roll into a quiet cove,
There fall away, and lying still,
