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The tremble of my wings all o’er
(For through each plume I felt the thrill) Startled her, as she reached the shore
Of that small lake her mirror still Above whose brink she stood, like When
with a sunset glow.
And motion were that niinute chain'd
With face upturn'd-so still remain'd!
In pity to the wondering maid,
Though loth from such a vision turning, Downward I bent beneath the shade
Of my spread wings to hide the burning Of glances, which, I well could feel, ...For me, for her, too warmly shone; But, ere I could again unsea! My restless eyes, or even 'steal
One side-long look, the maid was gone; Hid from me in the forest leaves,
Sudden as when, in all her charms
Of full-blown light, some cloud receives i
The Moon into his dusky arms.
'Tis not in words to tell the power,
I sought around each neighbouring spot,
My task, and heaven, and all forgot
Nor was it long, ere by her side
I found myself, whole happy days,
With our own Eden's seraph lays,
The sleeping wave, for me there shone.) $ A heaven, more worshipp'd than my own.
Oh what, while I could bear and see
Though dark the flowers, though dim the sky,
Beloved, and consecrated spot
The dull, wide waste, where she was not.
But vain my suit, my
madness vain ; Though gladly, from her eyes to gain
One earthly look, one stray desire,
Furl'd at my back, and o'er that Fire Unnamed in heaven their fragments flung; "Twas hopeless all-pure and unmov'd
She stood, as lilies in the light
Of the hot noon but look more white; And though she lov'd me, deeply lov'd, 'Twas not as man, as mortal—no, Nothing of earth was in that glow, She lov'd me but as one, of race Angelic, from that radiant place She saw so oft in dreams-that Heaven,
To which her prayers at morn were sent, And on whose light she gaz'd at even,
Wishing for wings that she might go
To that free, glorious element!
Well I remember by her side
“ The Spirit of yon beauteous star, “Dwelling up there in purity,
Alone, as all such bright things are; “My sole employ to pray and shine
“ To light my censer at the sun, “ And fling its fire towards the shrine “Of Him in heaven, the Eternal One !"
So innocent the maid, so free
From mortal taint in soul and frame, Whom 'twas my crime-my destiny
To love, aye, burn for, with a flame,
To which earth's wildest fires are tame. Had you but seen her look, when first From
my mad lips the' avowal burst; Not angry-no-the feeling had No touch of anger, but most sad
It was a sorrow, calm as deep,
Of such pure glory into sin-
Is soonest lost, extinguish'd in!
That very night-my heart had grown .
Impatient of its inward burning; The term, 100, of my stay was flown, And the bright Watchers near the throne, Already, if a meteor shone Between them and this nether zone,