BEHOLD Fiammetta, shown in Vision here. Gloom-girt `mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands; And as she sways the branches with her hands, Along her arm the sundered bloom falls sheer, In separate petals shed, each like a tear; While from the quivering bough the bird expands His wings. And lo! thy spirit understands Life shaken and shower`d and flown, and Death drawn near. All stirs with change. Her garments beat the air: The angel circling round her aureole Shimmers in flight against the tree`s grey bole: While she, with reassuring eyes most fair, A presage and a promise stands; as `twere On Death`s dark storm the rainbow of the Soul.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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