WOEBOT

Angus Maclise.

+ INTRO +

He was waiting at the top of the hill

In his high little house near the sky,

On a night of great longing, his mind

Being filled with a dazzling light.

It had become the center of the great world

And his imaginary embraces with

The scintilla of this great light

Brought him close to the storms

Which rage, without our knowledge,

At the perimeters of our immediate world;

Swept into the violent gales

He was visited there on that hilltop

By an announcing angel of terrific beauty.

Glistening with the signs of her station

And aspect, she handed him a letter

From a great bundle in her hand -

Posted by Woebot at August 12, 2003 08:57 PM