English poem
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Now am I, who bear that stamp Scorched in me, the living sign Sole on earth—the lighted lamp Of the dreadful Day divine. White of heat, beat on it fast! Red of heat, its shape has passed.
Versos English George Meredith X
Versos English George Meredith X
English poem
Now am I, who bear that stamp Scorched in me, the living sign Sole on earth—the lighted lamp Of the dreadful Day divine. White of heat, beat on it fast! Red of heat, its shape has passed.