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Healing In His Wings Her pale luminosity I saw when I awoke; A glow upon the snow swept ground vague light behind the smoke Of chimneys cold on rooftops chill and bare. With unblinking eye she gazed at me, a dead and frigid stare. I cowered beneath a woolen cloak, ‘neath the quilted down; Quailed below the frosty look, a grey and mottled frown Of an ancient reflection nothing more. Yet somehow it kept me on the cot afraid to brave the floor. I hoped that I was foolish, all my thoughts without a base; There was no cause for a fear of that dull and ashen face Looking down on this terrestrial ball. And so I resolved to rise and stride manfully through my hall. Covers were flung up and away from my courageous self; I reached with unwieldy hands for a light upon the shelf Beside the bed but nothing there was found. Thus indecision firm held me fast - and then I heard a sound. Creatures which stir only at night, under the goddess reign; Monsters, goblins and ogres growl, look forward to the pain Brought by their ugly faces to my mind. These things had come to throttle me in the dark where I was blind. Then all at once through shuttered eyes I saw the trumpet blast; Majesty had roused himself to take back the land at last From innumerable foes so it seemed. I felt no shame in my cowardice - by grace I am redeemed. |
