Quotes from lazarus emma ii

Does not the morn break thus, Swift, bright, victorious.

I seem to have always one little window looking but into life.

Alive the festal air With gauze-winged creatures fair, That flicker everywhere, Dart, poise, and flash along.

Whatever sorrow thy young heart have found, Open it well, this ever-sacred wound Dealt by dark angels--give thy soul relief. Naught makes us nobler than a noble grief.

From bush and hedge and tree Joy, unrestrained and free, Breaks forth in melody, Twitter and chirp and song.

What vague, delicious dreams, Born of this golden hour of afternoon, And air balm-freighted, fill the soul with bliss, Transpierced like yonder clouds with lustrous gleams, Fantastic, brief as they, and, like them, spun Of gilded nothingness!

I dare reveal my private woe, The secret blots of my imperfect heart, Nor strive to shrink or swell mine own desert, Nor beautify nor hide. For this I know, That even as I am, thou also art.

Breathless the earth seems waiting some wild blow, Dreaded, but far too close to ward or shun.

When angels visit earth, the messengers Of God's decree, they come as lightning, wind: Before the throne, they all are living fire.

Lo--a black line of birds in wavering thread Bore him the greetings of the deathless dead!