1910 · CLOSE READING
The Winged Beetle
The Winged Beetle (1910), PDF p. 91
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ROSEMARY
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Whose wickedness was never fain to faint,
Through these dull years still cherishing the spark
Of Thy dear godhead in himhappy saint !
Who hath Thy light within him in the dark
Ready to burst again to ruddier dawn
An Thou shouldst travel in Thine holy bark
To drip Thy dews upon the thirsty lawn,
And wake to song beatified the bird.
But art Thou living, Lord, or far withdrawn
Into the shrines of solitude unstirred ?
O Pan ! have pity on the trembling faun !
In all Thy silence is there not one word ?
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