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She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
I saw her upon nearer view,
Her household motions light and free,
A countenance in which did meet
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
(Scene from Christabel.)
THE lovely lady, Christabel,
Whom her father loves so well,
What makes her in the wood so late,
Of her own betrothed knight;
And she in the midnight wood will pray
She stole along, she nothing spoke,
The sighs she heaved were soft and low,
She kneels beneath the huge oak-tree,
On the other side it seems to be,
Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree.
The night is chill; the forest bare;
Hush, beating heart of Christabel !
Jesu Maria shield her well!
She folded her arms beneath her cloak,
And stole to the other side of the oak.
There she sees a damsel bright,
The gems entangled in her hair.
THE POET IN THE CLOUDS.
Oh! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
APPROACH TO PADALON, OR THE INDIAN HADES.
FAR other light than that of day there shone
They, too, in darkness entering on their way,
A glow, as of a fiery furnace light,
Filled all before them. "T was a light that made
A thing of comfort; and the sight, dismayed,
The world of woe before them opening wide,
Girding the realms of Padalon around,
A sea of flame, it seemed to be
Sea without bound;
For neither mortal nor immortal sight
Could pierce across through that intensest light.