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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIAT LUX, by LLOYD MIFFLIN Poet's Biography First Line: Then that dread angel near the awful throne Last Line: Through vasts unwinnowed by the wings of eld! | |||
THEN that dread angel near the awful throne, Leaving the seraphs ranged in flaming tiers, Winged his dark way through those unpinioned spheres, And on the void's black beetling edge, alone, Stood with raised wings, and listened for the tone Of God's command to reach his eager ears, While Chaos wavered, for she felt her years Unsceptred now in that convulsive zone. Night trembled. And, as one hath oft beheld A lamp lit in a vase light up its gloom, So God's voice lighted him, from heel to plume: Let there be Light, It said, and darkness, quelled, Shrunk noiseless backward in her monstrous womb Through vasts unwinnowed by the wings of eld! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOVEREIGN POETS by LLOYD MIFFLIN THE BATTLEFIELD: GETTYSBURG by LLOYD MIFFLIN THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART by LLOYD MIFFLIN THE SHADOWY CITY LOOMS; NEW YORK FROM THE NORTH RIVER by LLOYD MIFFLIN THESEUS AND ARIADNE by LLOYD MIFFLIN |
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