Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1896-12-25

Al the heart great palace door.
Leave me, leave me, gloomy demon,
Friend or spirit. most inhuman;
Strike me through. but first unvealing,
Let me scan thee DER aud Ger
Thou art a bird, but something more.
Still with sable pinions tapping,
The great Raven tapping, tapping,
Struck into my breast his taloRs.
Vast his wings optspread, and DER
All my nature cast a pallor,
But strove, with dying valor,
With the poniard OF repulsion
Striking through the form it wore -
or "a bird, and something more.
o. thou huge Internal Raven,
Image that He'll Kins hath craven,
Image craving more gigantic,
Nursod beyond the Stygian shore.
Leave me, leave, beseech thee.
| would not of wrong impeach thoo;
cried madly, then earth opnned,
With n brazen earthquake roar.
Downward, downward. circliuu, speed
ing
Cries of anguish still unheeding.
Striking through me with his talons,
Still the Raven shape hs bono.
Unto Erebus we DIR fled,
His huge wings 10y thundcrs lifted,
Beat 'gainst drifts OF white famed light.
ming
apripked red with human gore,
Twas "A bird but demon more.
| IN no bird. AN angel brother.
A bright spirit and none other,
have waited, hlissful tended
Thee for thirty years or more,
In thy wild Elusive madness,
In thy blight, disease and sadness,
| have sounded tapping. tapping,
At thy spirits Eden door,
Not bird, but angel more.
In my Palmyreuiau splendor,
In Zenobian regnancc tender,
More an Roman though Aprclian,
have left my angel palace,
Dropping in thy sorrows ohalice
/ Consolation, oh, twas blessed.
Sweet thy pillow TO bend Ger,
] Not a bird, loves angel more.
Shining down with light Elysian
Through the pearly gates of vision,
On thy tranced soul II Z hted fancy,
When across thy chamber floor,
! Fell the spirit moonlight laden,
Laden with soft dews from Ajdenn,
Shaken downward, still Nepepthe
Drunk by dreaming bards, Of yore.
Ended is life's hooking fever
Where through citron groves forever
Blow the spice winds, and tho love
birds
Tell their raptures o 'er and DER,
From earth 3 hell by Afrits haunted,
From It's evil disspohanted,
] have born thee gaze upon me,
bids I thou see me ne'r before?
Then wakened, if to waken
BE to dwell by grief, forsaken,
With the God who dwelt with angels
In the shining age of yore
And / stood sublime, victorious,
While below lay earth with glorious
Realms Of angels shining
Crown-like on her temples evermore
Not on earth, an Eden more,
Earth, cried, thy clouds and shad-
ows
OF the sky-worId floating downward,
Early rains that from them pour,
Loves own heaven thy mother bore
thee,
And the father God bends Ter thee,
IT'S this hand that crowns thy forehead
Thou shalt live forever more
Not on earth, an Eden more,
AS gem hath many gleamjngs,
And day hath many heamipgs.
And garden many roses
Thrilled with sweetness to the core
So the soul hath many agps
} And the life s book many pages,
But the hearts great gospel opens
Whore the Seraphims adore,
vii! grito book hereafter.
Cheerful as baby 3 laughter,
When its mothers breast q 'cr leans it.
On the sainted spirit shore,
Like AppOlo, the far data,
i. the poet and the martyr.
; VIII chant peans OF soul music
That shalt live forovermore,
Not friend, brother more.
Children Cry fol
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