George Gordon Byron - Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead

George Gordon Byron - Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead

Thou whose spell can raise the dead, br Bid the prophet's form appear. br "Samuel, raise thy buried head! br "King, behold the phantom seer!" br Earth yawn'd; he stood the centre of a cloud: br Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud. br Death stood all glassy in the fixed eye: br His hand was withered, and his veins were dry; br His foot, in bony whiteness, glitterd there, br Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare; br From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, br Like cavern'd winds the hollow acccents came. br Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak, br At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke. br br "Why is my sleep disquieted? br "Who is he that calls the dead? br "Is it thou, Oh King? Behold br "Bloodless are these limbs, and cold: br "Such are mine; and such shall be br "Thine, to-morrow, when with me: br "Ere the coming day is done, br "Such shalt thou be, such thy son. br "Fare thee well, but for a day, br "Then we mix our mouldering clay.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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