Excerpt from Rose and VineMusic of ResurrectionThere shall no blare of heavenly trumpets endThe long, long lapses of Obliviòn :No brazen tongues like flaming swords must rendThe veils of darkness, that the Dead put onIn one wild pang remembrance long foregone:Nor shall the slim white dancing-angels crowdWith silver bells and tabors, for that brightReveillè-music would be far too loudFor who have lain within the unechoing night.Blotted away from anguish and delight:But, underneath the great green tender Morn, From the sole Star of Rising shall beginA tone most faint and fine, as it were bornOf the last note that thrills a violin:Like dew, like dew the sound shall pearl withinThe dusty heart, and subtly breathe awayThe dim disgrace that in the bosom lies, Loose from the ears the heavy seal of clay, And dream like light against the ruined eyes, And move the soul to a soft stir of sighs:Yea, still the clear far-dwelling note shall grow, Till, as the jade-green Dayspring turns to gold, Shall Sleep dissolve in waking, and we knowAbout the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.