In the Oratory
Arthur Symons
1865 to 1945
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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A golden cloud of languid scent;
Upon the mounts of Paradise.
That seals my doom or conquers thee?
Mine eyes adoring, why from me
The face that twilight shows the day,
Inexplicable eyes that drew
Thundered Beethoven's Mass in C.
She knelt in prayer; large lids serene
And dazzlingly, in shafts of sound,
Then silence, like a prisoner bound,
The incense mounted like a cloud,
Brooded, mysteriously alone,
And infinitely far away.
Expecting the divine event.
Lay heavy on the sombre eyes,
Her dark face, calm as carven stone.
Robed priests before the altar bowed,
Demand, new Sphinx, the fatal clue
As though to veil some vision seen
Rose, by a mighty hand set free,