The Chrysalis - Poem by George MacDonald
Methought I floated sightless, nor did know
That I had ears until I heard the cry
As of a mighty man in agony:
'How long, Lord, shall I lie thus foul and slow?
The arrows of thy lightning through me go,
And sting and torture me-yet here I lie
A shapeless mass that scarce can mould a sigh!'
The darkness thinned; I saw a thing below
Like sheeted corpse, a knot at head and feet.
Slow clomb the sun the mountains of the dead,
And looked upon the world: the silence broke!
A blinding struggle! then the thunderous beat
Of great exulting pinions stroke on stroke!
And from that world a mighty angel fled.
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