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Rupert Brooke - The Vision Of The ArchangelsRupert Brooke - The Vision Of The Archangels
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Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with quiet even steps, and great wings furled, A little dingy coffin; where a child must lie, It was so tiny.  (Yet, you had fancied, God could never Have bidden a child turn from the spring and the sunlight, And shut him in that lonely shell, to drop for ever Into the emptiness and silence, into the night. . . .) They then from the sheer summit cast, and watched it fall, Through unknown glooms, that frail black coffin and therein God`s little pitiful Body lying, worn and thin, And curled up like some crumpled, lonely flower-petal Till it was no more visible; then turned again With sorrowful quiet faces downward to the plain.
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