THE VISION OF THE ANT
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It was not light discordant Of waves with untunéd crests; Nor light of moon, nor stars, But that of all infinity, Glided athwart the leaflet bars,— The dawn-beam of eternity. A vision ne’er by living seen, Nor e’en by the good in death, Of form most like a fairy queen, Of substance of the rose’s breath. Far in the starry sky Waved ringlets, all of golden brown, Within whose silken frame did lie Her face, in a rose-leaf gown.
