The Vision of Judgment 017

XVII

But ere he could return to his repose,
A cherub flapp'd his right wing o'er his eyes -
At which St. Peter yawn'd, and rubb'd his hose:
'Saint porter,' said the angel, 'prithee rise!'
Waving a goodly wing, which glow'd, as glows
An earthly peacock's tail, with heavenly dyes;
To which the saint replied, 'Well, what's the matter?
'Is Lucifer come back with all this clatter?'

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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