Calm was the even and clear was the sky,
Fallen from his high estate and welt’ring in blood.
A thousand bright inhabitants of air,
Each a vision more glittering than thought,
Found worthy temples pressing pillows,
Inflamed and fired our hearts,
Descended,
Submitted the senses to the soul
Through all the giddy circle they pursue,
So when rebellious they grew
What contests arose?
For in tasks so bold can little men engage,
And in soft bosoms dwells such might rage.
Chase from our minds th’infernal Foe;
Let learned pride love youthful truth to bestow!
Calm was the even and clear was the sky,
On the bare earth exposed he lay
Crowned with wreaths of laurel and bay
And starlight clear to close the eye.
Author notes
A Cento written with lines from Pope and Dryden works.
A contest entry
- Anything and Everything by Welcome-To-Hell.
700 points, ended February 16, 2007, 58 entries
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