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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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`Twixt those twin worlds,—the world of Sleep, which gave
No dream to warn,—the tidal world of Death,
Which the earth`s sea, as the earth, replenisheth,—
Shelley, Song`s orient sun, to breast the wave,
Rose from this couch that morn. Ah! did he brave
Only the sea?—or did man`s deed of hell
Engulph his bark `mid mists impenetrable? . . .
No eye discerned, nor any power might save.
When that mist cleared, O Shelley! what dread veil
Was rent for thee, to whom far-darkling Truth
Reigned sovereign guide through thy brief ageless youth?
Was the Truth thy Truth, Shelley?—Hush! All-Hail!
Past doubt, thou gav`st it; and in Truth`s bright sphere
Art first of praisers, being most praisèd here.
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