Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
From The Daemon of the worldPercy Bysshe Shelley (17921822)
From ‘Queen Mab’
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Death and his brother Sleep!
One pale as yonder wan and hornèd moon,
With lips of lurid blue,
The other glowing like the vital morn,
When throned on ocean’s wave
It breathes over the world:
Yet both so passing strange and wonderful!…
Human eye hath ne’er beheld
A shape so wild, so bright, so beautiful,
As that which o’er the maiden’s charmèd sleep
Waving a starry wand,
Hung like a mist of light.
Such sounds as breathed around like odorous winds
Of waking spring arose,
Filling the chamber and the moonlight sky….