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Swift is his messengers' going, But slowly he saps their halls, As if by delay deluding. SWIFT IN HIS MESSENGERS GOING BUT SLOWLY HE SAPS THEIR HALLS AS IF BY DELAY DELUDING
eat King afar But humbles us--too weak to scan; But manly greatness men can span, And feel the bonds that draw. The Swamp Angel.[10] There is a coal-black Angel With a thick Afric lip, And he dwells (like the hunted and harried) In a swamp where the green frogs dip. But his face is against a City Which is over a bay of the sea, And he breathes with a breath that is blastment, And dooms by a far decree. By night there is fear in the City, Through the darkness a star soareth on; There’s a scream that screams up to the zenith, Then the poise of a meteor lone-- Lighting far the pale fright of the faces, And downward the coming is seen; Then the rush, and the burst, and the havoc, And wails and shrieks between. It comes like the thief in the gloaming; It comes, and none may foretell The place of the coming--the glaring; They live in a sleepless spell That wizens, and withers, and whitens; It ages the young, and the bloom Of the maiden is ashes of roses-- The Swamp Angel broods in his gloom. OX DOT ORG BY JONATHAN BRYAN AT CLARK UNIVERSITY RECORDED OCTOBER OF TWO THOUSAND TWELVE WORD PRESS DOT CLARK U DOT E D U SLASH M E N E U M A N SLASH LIEBERVOX THERE IS A COAL BLACK ANGEL WITH A THICK AFRIC LIP AND HE DWELLS LIKE THE HUNTED AND HARRIED IN A SWAMP WHERE THE GREEN FROGS DIP BUT HIS FACE IS AGAINST A CITY WHICH IS OVER A BAY OF THE SEA AND HE BREATHES WITH A BREATH THAT IS BLASPHEMED AND DOOMS BY A FAR DECREE BY NIGHT THERE IS FEAR IN THE CITY THROUGH THE DARKNESS A STAR SOARETH ON THERE'S A SCREAM THAT SCREAMS UP TO THE ZENITH THAN THE POISE OF A METEOR ALONE LIGHTING FAR THE PALE FRIGHT OF THE FACES AND DOWNWARD THE COMING IS SEEN THEN THE RUSH AND THE BURST AND THE HAVOC AND WAILS AND SHRIEKS BETWEEN IT COMES LIKE THE THIEF IN THE GLOAMING IT COMES AND NONE MAY FORETELL THE PLACE OF THE COMING THE GLARING THEY LIVE IN A SLEEPLESS SPELL THAT WISENS AND WITHERS AND WHITENS IT AGES THE YOUNG AND THE BLOOM OF THE MAIDEN IS ASHES OF ROSES THE SWAMP ANGEL BROODS IN HIS GLOOM
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