Thursday, January 26, 2012

Reflections of Steel

They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit lingering here;
Their very memory is fair and bright;
And my sad thoughts doth clear.

It grows and glitters in my cloudy breast,
Like stars upon some gloomy grove,
Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest,
After the suns remove...

Henry Vaughn/ Beyond the Veil

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