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Fluttered Wings

The splendour of the kindling day,      The splendor of the setting sun,    These move my soul to wend its way,        And have done  With all we grasp and toil amongst and say.              The paling roses of a cloud,      The fading bow that arches space,    These woo my fancy toward my shroud,        Toward the place  Of faces veil’d, and heads discrown’d and bow’d.              The nation of the awful stars,      The wandering star whose blaze is brief,    These make me beat against the bars        Of my grief;  My tedious grief, twin to the life it mars.              O fretted heart toss’d to and fro,      So fain to flee, so fain to rest!    All glories that are high or low,        East or west,  Grow dim to thee who art so fain to go.

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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. "Gobl…
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