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Poem by Charles Tennyson Turner
HOW oft I’ve watched thee from the garden croft, In silence, when the busy day was done, Shining with wondrous brilliancy aloft, And flickering like a casement ’gainst the sun! I’ve seen thee soar from out some snowy cloud, Which held the frozen breath of land and sea, Yet broke and severed as the wind grew loud— But earth-bound winds could not dismember thee, Nor shake thy frame of jewels: I have guessed At thy strange shape and function, haply felt The charm of that old myth about thy belt And sword; but most, my spirit was possessed By His great Presence, who is never far From his light-bearers, whether man or star.
Charles Tennyson Turner
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