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I never saw the sun-rise? We will wake here To-morrow; thou shalt look on it with me.”

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That night the youth and lady mingled lay In love and sleep — but when the morning came The lady found her lover dead and cold. Let none believe that God in mercy gave That stroke. The lady died not, nor grew wild, But year by year lived in truth I think Her gentleness and patience and sad smiles, And that she did not die, but lived to tend Her agèd father, were a kind of madness, If madness 'tis to be unlike the world. For but to see her were to read the tale Woven by some subtlest bard, to make hard hearts Dissolve away in wisdom-working grief ;Her eyelashes were worn away with tears, Her lips and cheeks were like things dead — so pale ; Her hands were thin, and through their wandering veins And weak articulations might be seen Day's ruddy light. The tomb of thy dead self Which one vexed ghost inhabits, night and day, Is all, lost child, that now remains of thee !

“ Inheritor of more than earth can give, Passionless calm and silence unreproved,

Whether the dead find, oh, not sleep! but rest,
And are the uncomplaining things they seem,
Or live, or drop in the deep sea of Love;
Oh, that like thine, mine epitaph were — Peace !”
This was the only moan she ever made

MARIANNE'S DREAM.

1.
A PALE dream came to a Lady fair,

And said, A boon, a boon, I pray !
I know the secrets of the air,

And things are lost in the glare of day,
Which I can make the sleeping see,
If they will put their trust in me.

I.

And thou shalt know of things unknown,

If thou wilt let me rest between
The veiny lids, whose fringe is thrown

Over thine eyes so dark and sheen:
And half in hope, and half in fright,
The Lady closed her eyes so bright.

III.

At first all deadly shapes were driven

Tumultuously across her sleep, And o'er the vast cope of bending heaven

All ghastly-visaged clouds did sweep; And the Lady ever looked to spy If the golden sun shone forth on high.

IV.

And as towards the east she turned,

She saw aloft in the morning air, Which now with hues of sunrise burned,

A great black Anchor rising there ; And wherever the Lady turned her eyes, It hung before her in the skies.

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The sky was blue as the summer sea,

The depths were cloudless over head, The air was calm as it could be,

There was no sight or sound of dread, But that black Anchor floating still Over the piny eastern hill.

VI.
The Lady grew sick with a weight of fear,

To see that Anchor ever hanging,
And veiled her eyes; she then did hear

The sound as of a dim low clanging,
And looked abroad if she might know
Was it aught else, or but the flow
Of the blood in her own veins, to and fro.

VII.

There was a mist in the sunless air,

Which shook as it were with an earthquake's shock, But the very weeds that blossomed there

Were moveless, and each mighty rock
Stood on its basis steadfastly;
The Anchor was seen no more on high.

VIII.
But piled around, with summits hid

In lines of cloud at intervals,
Stood many a mountain pyramid

Among whose everlasting walls
Two mighty cities shone, and ever
Through the red mist their domes did quiver.

IX.

On two dread mountains, from whose crest,

Might seem, the eagle, for her brood, Would ne'er have hung her dizzy nest,

Those tower-encircled cities stood. A vision strange such towers to see, Sculptured and wrought so gorgeously, Where human art could never be.

X.

And columns framed of marble white,

And giant fanes, dome over dome Piled, and triumphant gates, all bright

With workmanship, which could not come From touch of mortal instrument, Shot o'er the vales, or lustre lent From its own shapes magnificent.

XI.

But still the Lady heard that clang

Filling the wide air far away ;
And still the mist whose light did hang

Among the mountains shook alway,
So that the Lady's heart beat fast,
As half in joy, and half aghast,
On those high domes her look she cast.

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