Thomas Hood

(1789-1845 / London / England)

Verses Written In An Album - Poem by Thomas Hood

Far above the hollow
Tempest, and its moan,
Singeth bright Apollo
In his golden zone,—
Cloud doth never shade him,
Nor a storm invade him,
On his joyous throne.
So when I behold me
In an orb as bright,
How thy soul doth fold me
In its throne of light!
Sorrow never paineth,
Nor a care attaineth
To that blessed height.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 5, 2010

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