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Stood camels grazing, and some goodly steeds
Were fasten'd near a fountain; and a man

Clad in a flowing garb did watch the while,
While many of his tribe slumber'd around:
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.

V.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
The Lady of his love was wed with One
Who did not love her better;-in her home,

A thousand leagues from his,her native home,

She dwelt, begirt with growing Infancy,
Daughters and sons of Beauty, but behold!

Upon her face there was the tint of grief,
The settled shadow of an inward strife,

And an unquiet drooping of the eye

As if its lid were charged with unshed tears.

What could her grief be?-she had all she loved,
And he who had so loved her, was not there

To trouble with bad hopes, or evil wish,

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Or ill-repress'd affliction, her pure thoughts.

What could her grief be?—she had loved him not,

Nor given him cause to deem himself beloved,

Nor could he be a part of that which prey'd

Upon her mind-a spectre of the past.

VI.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.-
The Wanderer was return'd.-I saw him stand
Before an Altar-with a gentle bride;

Her face was fair, but was not that which made
The Starlight of his Boyhood;-as he stood
Even at the altar, o'er his brow there came

The selfsame aspect, and the quivering shock
That in the antique Oratory shook

His bosom in its solitude; and then

As in that hour-a moment o'er his face

The tablet of unutterable thoughts

Was traced, and then it faded as it came,
And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke
The fitting vows, but heard not his own words,
And all things reel'd around him; he could see

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Not that which was, nor that which should have been-
But the old mansion, and the accustom'd hall,
And the remembered chambers, and the place,

The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade,
All things pertaining to that place and hour,
And her who was his destiny, came back

And thrust themselves between him and the light:
What business had they there at such a time?

VII.

eyes

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
The lady of his love;-Oh! she was changed
As by the sickness of the soul; her mind
Had wandered from its dwelling, and her
They had not their own lustre, but the look
Which is not of the earth; she was become
The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts
Were combinations of disjointed things;
And forms impalpable and unperceived
Of others' sight familiar were to her's.
And this the world calls phrenzy; but the wise

Have a far deeper madness, and the glance

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Of melancholy is a fearful gift;

What is it but the telescope of truth?

Which strips the distance of its phantasies,
And brings life near in utter nakedness,

Making the cold reality too real!

VIII.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.-
The Wanderer was alone as heretofore,
The beings which surrounded him were gone,
Or were at war with him; he was a mark
For blight and desolation, compass'd round
With Hatred and Contention; Pain was mix'd
In all which was served up to him, until
Like to the Pontic monarch of old days,
He fed on poisons, and they had no power,
But were a kind of nutriment; he lived

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Through that which had been death to many men,
And made him friends of mountains: with the stars

And the quick Spirit of the Universe

He held his dialogues; and they did teach

To him the magic of their mysteries;

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To him the book of Night was opened wide,

And voices from the deep abyss reveal'd

A marvel and a secret-Be it so.

IX.

My dream was past; it had no further change.
It was of a strange order, that the doom

Of these two creatures should be thus traced out
Almost like a reality-the one

To end in madness-both in misery.

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