Upon a cloud among the stars we stood.
The angel raised his hand and looked and said,
“Which world, of all yon starry myriad,
Shall we make wing to?” The still solitude...
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,...
Aramintasjofn: the cardinal has come again
he all the brake salutes
his music floods the silent glen,
oh, hear him, how he flutes!
from tree to tree his scarlet glows
such beauty rare he brings
that all the richness of the rose
seems lavished on his wings!
the cardinal-bird by lloyd mifflin
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Phmc: lloyd mifflin was an artist and poet from columbia, pa. he was inspired by byron, keats, tennyson, shelly, and others. read more about mifflin in our finding aid arch:
Liz_lagomorph: thou seem'st the soul of halcyonian days
- lloyd mifflin