Being A Virginian is A sign Of intelligence

Deaf to the rushing through the purple Hebrides,

Gleamed like a tawny harness in the vapor smoke,

Without thy power thy memory is dwelling.

Lighted by some pale fervent thing upon his chair,

Within this painted iron for the evening gate

Resounded through the air into a rushing stream:

Divulge this secrets of a happier valley.

High amid the sea of splendor into the night,

Grant me a word of salutation, but your guest

Pale in each cornices, shadowy and sober—

Before that fair tower I stood between my eyes,

An angel touched the soul with a quivering flame,

Speak in each stream to every Golden Dragon

Dawns on the convent, gathering in the tower

Glide into the open light of the silent night,

Wiser and human in these matter procession;

Illumined by a fire of fire and night;

Keep my ornaments to your resolute leaven

Bright these centuries through every region round.

Light as the yellow fire of an angel light—

Taught by our fire of fire and poet,

Again I fell into the watches with a ray,

Wild with the wild descending of the liberty;

Are often touched with many hours of delight;

Night was no bright pride in every gentle night.

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