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L'ARICCIA. DEATH IN LIFE.
NO. I.
I gaze upon a scene of Arcady.
'Tis noon, and o'er the vales and through the woods
The myriad voices of the summer's hymn
Ring out 'tis noon throughout their solitudes!
Such glittering radiance in the air, that dim
And distant seems the blue and cloudless sky,
As if a space for visioned dreams were given,
The veil withdrawn midway 'twixt earth and heaven,
That, bathed in golden light, the painter's eye,
Seraphic glories in its depths might trace,
Or, leaning down o'er earth, a tender face
(Its sweetness mortal, but its calm divine),
'Fair Nature smiling o'er her chosen shrine!
'Tis noon, and o'er the vales and through the woods
The myriad voices of the summer's hymn
Ring out 'tis noon throughout their solitudes!
Such glittering radiance in the air, that dim
And distant seems the blue and cloudless sky,
As if a space for visioned dreams were given,
The veil withdrawn midway 'twixt earth and heaven,
That, bathed in golden light, the painter's eye,
Seraphic glories in its depths might trace,
Or, leaning down o'er earth, a tender face
(Its sweetness mortal, but its calm divine),
'Fair Nature smiling o'er her chosen shrine!
