Denzil place a story in verse. By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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So far impress'd her that her mind conceiv'd
That first intangible small germ of Doubt,
So bitter—so impossible to kill
In solitude, his tender lips alone
Could drive away the demon that these words
Had summon'd into life, and where was he?
“Ah, grant that I may see him once again,”
She pray'd, “That I may know these words are false
“And that his heart is true! My darling!”
That first intangible small germ of Doubt,
So bitter—so impossible to kill
In solitude, his tender lips alone
Could drive away the demon that these words
Had summon'd into life, and where was he?
“Ah, grant that I may see him once again,”
She pray'd, “That I may know these words are false
“And that his heart is true! My darling!”
Here,
(Had there been aught in willing,) Geoffrey's form
Had stood before the lady of his love,
Impell'd by that divine affinity
Which triumphs over distance, death, and time,
But tho' her ardent spirit long'd and lov'd
He did not come, and Constance wept alone.
(Had there been aught in willing,) Geoffrey's form
Had stood before the lady of his love,
Impell'd by that divine affinity
Which triumphs over distance, death, and time,
But tho' her ardent spirit long'd and lov'd
He did not come, and Constance wept alone.
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