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Oh, hasten !-oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly !-let us fly!—for we must." In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust-
Plumes till they trailed in the dust-
I replied—“ This is nothing but dreaming :
Let us on by this tremulous light !
Let us bathe in this crystalline light ! Its Sybilic splendour is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty to-night :
See !—it flickers up the sky through the night! Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright,
That cannot but guide us aright,
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom
And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb
By the door of a legended tomb;
On the door of this legended tomb ?”
Then my heart it grew
ashen and sober
And I cried—“It was surely October
On this very night of last year
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber
This misty mid region of WeirWell I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."
HEAR the sledges with the bells
Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells !
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
With a crystalline delight;
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bellsFrom the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells !
Through the balmy air of night
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
On the moon !
How it swells !
How it dwells
On the Future ! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels