Arts & Sciences
Verses in an Album
From The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood
Arts & Sciences
Far above the hollow
Tempest, and its moan,
Singeth bright Apollo
In his golden zone,--
Cloud doth never shade him,
Nor a storm invade him,
On his joyous throne.
So when I behold me
In an orb as bright,
How thy soul doth fold me
In its throne of light!
Sorrow never paineth,
Nor a care attaineth
To that blessed height.
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MLA
Hood, Thomas. “Verses in an Album.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hood/241/.
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Hood, Thomas. “Verses in an Album.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hood/241/.
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