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Tag: Boethius

Love is Lord of All

Poet: Boethius

Why are Nature’s changes bound
To a fixed and ordered round?
What to leaguèd peace hath bent
Every warring element?
Wherefore doth the rosy morn
Rise on PhÅ“bus’

The Mists Dispelled

Poet: Boethius

Then the gloom of night was scattered,
     Sight returned unto mine eyes.
So, when haply rainy Caurus
     Rolls the storm-clouds through the skies,

The Soul’s Flight

Poet: Boethius

Wings are mine; above the pole
     Far aloft I soar.
Clothed with these, my nimble soul
     Scorns earth’s hated shore,