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Tennyson, Alfred Lord - Tithonus
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Type of Spiritual Experience
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Alfred Lord Tennyson – from Tithonus
A soft air fans the clouds apart, there comes
A glimpse of that dark world where I was born.
Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals
From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulder pure
And bosom beating with a heart renewed
Thy cheek begins to redden through the gloom
Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine
Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team
Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise
And shake the darkness from their loosened manes
And beat the twilight into flakes of fire