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O’er all this silent stoneThe dreaming moonbeams thrown,Lay, like enfolding bliss,Some last sweet human kiss.
While, like new consecration,The moonbeams through the nightShed down on tribulationTheir aureole of light.
from A Medieval Scribe by H.W.

O’er all this silent stone
The dreaming moonbeams thrown,
Lay, like enfolding bliss,
Some last sweet human kiss.

While, like new consecration,
The moonbeams through the night
Shed down on tribulation
Their aureole of light.

from A Medieval Scribe by H.W.

2 years ago

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