I saw a spirit standing, Man, Where thou dost stand an hour ago, And round his feet three rivers ran Of equal depth and equal flow A Golden Stream, and one like blood And one like sapphire, seemed to be But where they joined their triple flood It tumbled in [an inky]1 sea The spirit bent his dazzling gaze Down on that ocean's gloomy night, Then kindling all with sudden blaze, The glad deep sparkled wide and bright White as the sun, and far more fair That their divided sources were! And for that spirit Seer, I've watched and sought my lifetime long Sought him in Heaven, Hell, Earth and Air An endless search and always wrong! Had I but seen his glorious eye Once light the cloud surrounding me, I ne'er had raised this coward cry To cease to think and cease to me.
1 Mitchell: "a blackened"
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by John Mitchell (b. 1941), "A vision", op. 17 no. 1 (1976), from Visions from the Earth, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
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