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MORTA.
149
By spirit-law is given to me
The excellence of spirit-sight:
Ensphered by this undazzling light,
A silent, smileless group I see.
The excellence of spirit-sight:
Ensphered by this undazzling light,
A silent, smileless group I see.
Two white-garbed spinners at a wheel
Whence constant, mad complainings flow;
And One, whose task I may not know,
Nor its significance unseal.
Whence constant, mad complainings flow;
And One, whose task I may not know,
Nor its significance unseal.
An ebon crown, of regal mold,
Circles the grandeur of her head;
The whiteness of her robe is dread;
And she is wan and very old.
Circles the grandeur of her head;
The whiteness of her robe is dread;
And she is wan and very old.
No wind is in her silver hair;
No breath from her pale mouth exhales:
Yet, toward me, while she slowly sails,
My soul her answering speech will dare.
No breath from her pale mouth exhales:
Yet, toward me, while she slowly sails,
My soul her answering speech will dare.
O woman of the shrouded eye,
Of frigid mien and ashen brow,
Speak: wherefore, whence, and who art thou?
Resolve this threefold mystery.
Of frigid mien and ashen brow,
Speak: wherefore, whence, and who art thou?
Resolve this threefold mystery.
"By this calm brow—most dreary calm!
By this white cheek—most deathly white!
By this white cheek—most deathly white!
