I felt her presence, by its spell of might

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I heard the trailing garments of the Night     

Sweep through her marble halls!

I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light     

From the celestial walls!

I felt her presence, by its spell of might,     

Stoop o’er me from above;

The calm, majestic presence of the Night,     

As of the one I love.

Hymn to the Night, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Glimpses ineffable of things divine

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The subtlest strain a great musician weaves,
Cannot attain in rhythmic harmony
To music in his soul. May it not be
Celestial lyres send hints to him?
He grieves
That half the sweetness of the song, he leaves
Unheard in the transition. Thus do we
Yearn to translate the wondrous majesty
Of some rare mood, when the rapt soul receives
A vision exquisite
. Yet who can match
The sunset’s iridescent hues? Who sing
The skylark’s ecstasy so seraph-fine?
We struggle vainly, still we fain would catch
Such rifts amid life’s shadows
, for they bring
Glimpses ineffable of things divine
.

Limitations, Henrietta Cordelia Ray


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