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GEORGE ARTHUR GREENE (1853- )
ON GREAT SUGARLOAF
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HERE Sugarloaf with bare and ruinous wedge Cleaves the gray air to view the darkening sea, We stood on high, and heard the north wind flee Through clouds storm-heavy fallen from ledge to ledge.
Then sudden "Look!" we cried. The far black edge Of south horizon oped in sunbright glee, And a broad water shone, one moment free,
Ere darkness veiled again the wavering sedge. -
Such is the Poet's inspiration, still
Too evanescent! coming but to go: Such the great passion showing good in ill,
Quick brightnesses, love-lights too soon burnt low; And such man's life, which flashes Heaven's will Between two glooms a transitory glow. |
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