Religion
LXVIII
From The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 2
Religion
From my brain the soul-wings budded, waved a flame about my body,
Whence conventions coiled to ashes. I felt self-drawn out, as man,
From amalgamate false natures, and I saw the skies grow ruddy
With the deepening feet of angels, and I knew what spirits can.
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