Revelation

Someone leaping from the rocks

Past me ran with wind-blown locks

Like a startled bright surmise

Visible to mortal eyes,—

Just a cheek of frightened rose

That with sudden beauty glows,

Just a footstep like the wind

And a hurried glance behind,

And then nothing,—as a thought

Escapes the mind ere it is caught.

Someone of the heavenly rout

From behind the veil ran out.

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