Religion
Book I, Metre III (I. T.): The Mists Dispelled
Translated by "I. T." (1609), revised by H. F. Stewart (Loeb, 1918) · From The Consolation of Philosophy (I. T. 1609, rev. Stewart, Loeb 1918)
Then fled the night and darkness did me leave,
Mine eyes their wonted strength receive,
As when swift Corus spreads the stars with clouds
And the clear sky a veil of tempest shrouds
The sun doth lurk, the earth receiveth night,
Lacking the boon of starry light ;
But if fierce Boreas, sent from Thrace, make way
For the restoring of the day,
Phoebus with fresh and sudden beams doth rise,
Striking with light our wondering eyes.
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Boethius. “Book I, Metre III (I. T.): The Mists Dispelled.” Translated by "I. T." (1609), revised by H. F. Stewart. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/boethius/59/.
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Boethius. “Book I, Metre III (I. T.): The Mists Dispelled.” Translated by "I. T." (1609), revised by H. F. Stewart. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/boethius/59/.
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