APPARITIONS°
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APPARITIONS°
(Prologue to "The Two Poets of Croisic.")
Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born! Sky—what a scowl of cloud Till, near and far, Ray on ray split the shroud: Splendid, a star! World—how it walled about 10 Life with disgrace, Till God's own smile came out: That was thy face!
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