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And grow, and redeem him;—as, deep in the fire of even,
Is born the soft ray of the planet, and night through its silence,
Throbs surely and slow to its fulness of stars. And thou—
Thou only wilt do this—wilt do it and save him—thou Angel!"
Is born the soft ray of the planet, and night through its silence,
Throbs surely and slow to its fulness of stars. And thou—
Thou only wilt do this—wilt do it and save him—thou Angel!"
How I shrieked! how I tore up the stillness! O pardon, grave judges,
Awful—black-bearded—there waiting to sentence! but Rocco,
My brother, was here—and. whither he went, most strangely
I saw not. Perhaps he returned into bliss—and it may be,
He goes to spread meadows of rue—other meadows of rue—
Rue, under and round, which means sorrow, and sorrow, and sorrow.
Awful—black-bearded—there waiting to sentence! but Rocco,
My brother, was here—and. whither he went, most strangely
I saw not. Perhaps he returned into bliss—and it may be,
He goes to spread meadows of rue—other meadows of rue—
Rue, under and round, which means sorrow, and sorrow, and sorrow.
