Tête — ├Ç — Tête

I dreamed a beauteous angel came to me,
And cried aloud, " Oh sleeping man, arise,
For thou thrice-blest, art now about to see
The Eternal God with thine unhallowed eyes! "

A shadow passed before me, and He came,
Silent and stern within the awful night,
And lo! beneath a coronet of flame,
Mine eyes beheld a hideous thing of fright!
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