He above the rest.
In shape and gesture proudly eminent
Stood like a tower; his form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appeared
Less than archangel ruined, and th´excess
Of glory obscured; as when the son new risen
Looks through the horizontal misty air
Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon
In dim eclipse desastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations; and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.
Presencias Invisibles
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