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Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye
Looking afar if yet her lover's steed
À change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
A tablet of unutterable thoughts
IV. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, And his Soul drank their sunbeams; he was girt With strange and dusky aspects; he was not Himself like what he had been; on the sea 10 And on the shore he was a wanderer ; There was a mass of many images Crowded like waves upon me, but he was A part of all; and in the last he lay Reposing from the noon-tide sultriness, Couch'd among fallen columns, in the shade Of ruin'd walls that had survived the names Of those who reard them; by his sleeping side Stood camels grazing, and some goodly steeds Were fasten'd near a fountain ; and a man 120
C'lad in a flowing garb did watch the while,
V. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Lady of his love was wed with One Who did not love her better :-in her home, A thousand leagues from his,—her native home, She dwelt, begirt with growing Infancy, 130 Daughters and sons of Beauty,—but behold! Upon her face there was the tint of grief, The settled shadow of an inward strife, And an unquiet drooping of the eye As if its lid were charged with unshed tears. What could her grief be ?—she had all she loved, And he who had so loved her was not there To trouble with bad hopes, or evil wish, Or ill-repress'd affliction, her pure thoughts. What could her grief be ?—she had loved him not, Nor given him cause to deem himself beloved, 141 Nor could he be a part of that which prey'd Upon her mind--a spectre of the past.
dream.The Wanderer was return'd.-I saw him stand Before an Altar-with a gentle bride; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood;-as he stood Even at the altar, o'er his brow there came The selfsame aspect, and the quivering shock 150 That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and thenAs in that hour-a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded as it came, And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke The fitting vows, but heard not his own words, And all things reeld around him; he could see Not that which was, nor that which should have beenBut the old mansion, and the accustom'd hall, 160 And the remember'd chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, All things pertaining to that place and hour, And her who was his destiny, came back And thrust themselves between him and the light: What business had they there at such a time?