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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
xx.
Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame
The times when I remember to have been
Joyful and free from blame.
xxi.
Thrill'd thro' mine ears in that unblissful clime:
"Pass freely thro'! the wood is all thine own,
Until the end of time."
xxii.
Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there;
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair.
xxiii.
Froze my swift speech; she turning on my face
The star-like sorrows of immortal eyes,
Spoke slowly in her place.