Sonnet Xlviii:
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George Henry Boker
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Oh! I have touched the blazing crown of bliss,
Reached the last summit, where to breathe and stand,
But somewhat upright, tasks the whole command
Of my wild heart, still reeling with thy kiss
That even through shadows of a world like this,
Makes summer flame across the wintry land,
Birds sing, leaves sprout, bewildered flowers expand,
And laughter bubbles from the shades of Dis.
Yes, I have charter under Jove's own seal,
To play the madman, crazed with mere delight;
For my ecstatic days before me wheel,
Like linked Bacchantes; and my darkest night
Glows in the splendor of the bliss I feel
Till sorrow smiles, and wrinkled care looks bright.
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