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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 ?”
ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sereAs the leaves that were withering and
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, 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 !
Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells !
How it swells !