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From his dark eyes, too bright to bear,

0! she hath feared her soul was given To some unhallowed child of air,

Some erring Spirit cast from heaven,
Like those angelic youths of old,
Who burned for maids of mortal mould,
Bewildered left the glorious skies,
And lost their heaven for woman's eyes.
Fond girl! nor fiend nor angel he
Who wooes thy young simplicity;
But one of earth's impassioned sons,

As warm in love, as fierce in ire
As the best heart whose current runs

Full of the Day-God's living fire.

But quenched to-night that ardour seems,

And pale his cheek, and sunk his brow;Never before, but in her dreams,

Had she beheld him pale as now:
And those were dreams of troubled sleep,
From which 'twas joy to wake and weep;
Visions, that will not be forgot,

But sadden every waking scene,
Like warning ghosts, that leave the spot

All withered where they once have been.

“How sweetly,” said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that tranquil flood“How sweetly does the moonbeam smile “To-night upon yon leafy isle ! “Oft, in my fancy's wanderings, «I've wished that little isle had wings, And we, within its fairy bowers,

"Were wafted off to seas unknown, “Where not a pulse should beat but ours,

« And we might live, love, die alone! " Far from the cruel and the cold,

- Where the bright eyes of angels only “Should come around us, to behold

“A paradise so pure and lonely. “Would this be world enough for thee?”— Playful she turned, that he might see

The passing smile her cheek put on;
But when she marked how mournfully

met hers, that smile was gone; And, bursting into heartfelt tears, “ Yes, yes,” she cried, “ my hourly fears, “My dreams have boded all too right“We part-for ever part-to-night! “I knew, I knew it could not last “'Twas bright, 'twas heavenly, but ’tis past !

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