The Promise
There bloomed a halo round the moon last night;
A paley circle of unbroken light
Some twenty moon-diameters across
At least and glowing in my startled sight.
It seemed to me as though this nimbus was
A giant eyeball in the sky that held
Me focussed in the beams which were expelled
From that bright pupil in the centre set.
And then my mind, by voiceless voice compelled,
Heard these calm words of comfort: “Do not fret,
Nor be dismayed!. Although your anguished heart is torn
By huge conflictions, doubts and fears, yet hope and love
Will have their recompense. This sign is sent to prove
That you are blessed and will not always always feel forlorn!”.
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