George Gordon Byron

(22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)

A Spirit Passed Before Me [from Job] - Poem by George Gordon Byron

A spirit passed before me: I beheld
The face of immortality unveiled--
Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine--
And there it stood,--all formless--but divine:
Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;
And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:

'Is man more just than God? Is man more pure
Than He who deems even Seraphs insecure?
Creatures of clay--vain dwellers in the dust!
The moth survives you, and are ye more just?
Things of a day! you wither ere the night,
Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!'


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  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (7/12/2014 8:32:00 AM)

    i realy like how you approached this topic, keep up the good poetry (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010



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