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MORTA.
ITHER some conquering magnet bringsMy soul, from shadowed haunts of Time:
Up through an empty space I climb—
I soar, and yet I wear no wings.
I pause, yet feel no earth beneath;
I see nor sun nor moon nor star;
I hear no murmurous seas afar;
I breathe no zephyr's perfumed breath.
I see nor sun nor moon nor star;
I hear no murmurous seas afar;
I breathe no zephyr's perfumed breath.
Yet now a humming in my ears,—
A woful, wailing, wild refrain;
As if the Night, aware of wane,
Lamenting, woke the silent spheres.
A woful, wailing, wild refrain;
As if the Night, aware of wane,
Lamenting, woke the silent spheres.
And lo! a radiance intense
Spreads far and wide; so very white,
It seems the spirit of a light
Divorced by spirit-law from sense.
Spreads far and wide; so very white,
It seems the spirit of a light
Divorced by spirit-law from sense.
