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"When these famed kingdoms shall as sisters be, "And one great sovereign rule the powerful three: "Then yon rich Vale, far stretching to the west, Beyond thy bound, shall be by one possess'd: “Then shall true grace and dignity accord "With splendour, ease- -the Castle with its Lord."
The Baron waked, "It was," he cried, 66
Lively as truth, and I will think it true: "Some gentle spirit to my mind has brought "Forms of fair works to be hereafter wrought; "But yet of mine a part will then remain, "Nor will that Lord its humbler worth disdain; "Mix'd with his mightier pile shall mine be found, "By him protected, and with his renown'd; "He who its full destruction could command, "A part shall save from the destroying hand, "And say, 'It long has stood,still honour'd let it stand.'
THE WORLD OF DREAMS.
AND is thy soul so wrapt in sleep?
Oblivion from that grave, thy bed?
The bravest may my terrors dread,
Soon as the real World I lose,
Quick Fancy takes her wonted way,
Soon as th' ideal World I gain.
Come, then, I woo thee, sacred Sleep!
And in your own dominions dwell,
Watch, dear seraphic beings, round,
In vain I pray! It is my sin
That thus admits the shadowy throng. Oh! now they break tumultuous in—
Angels of darkness fierce and strong. Oh! I am borne of fate along ;
My soul, subdued, admits the foe, Perceives and yet endures the wrong, Resists, and yet prepares to go.
Where am I now? and what to meet?
I know what I must now explore.
And lo! they ope the accursed door,
That female fiend! Why is she there?
Why fix'd on me that eye of stone?
I saw the deed-why then appear? Thou art not form'd of blood and bone! Come not, dread being, come not near!
So! all is quiet, calm, serene;
No human shape, no mortal sound ·
I feel an awe, I own a dread, And still proceed! nor stop nor boundAnd all is silent, all is dead.
Now I'm hurried, borne along,
At the still-expected place.
Ah me! how sweet the morning sun
Those trees their leafy heads decline!
Their health-imparting influence give:
My friend, my brother, lost in youth,
What pleasures in the meeting rise! Ah! brief enjoyment!--Pleasure dies
E'en in its birth, and turns to pain: He meets me with hard glazed eyes! He quits me spurns me with disdain.
I sail the sea, I walk the land;
Silent I view the princely throne;
Of winds and waters, but in vain ;