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Then Constance, frighten'd at the flight of time,
Would fain have hurried to her quiet home,
But ere she rose, the ghastly haunting dread
That this might be her last and only hope
Of playing truant thus, induced her still
A little while to linger: Denzil then
Awaking from his mournful reverie,
Held fast her hands, as one in shipwreck clings
To spar or mast, or as a miser grasps
Some cherish'd treasure he is soon to lose,
Whilst all the pent-up anguish in his heart
He strove to ease by his impassion'd words
Of love and mad reproach, for by those chimes
He knew how soon they needs must say farewell.
Would fain have hurried to her quiet home,
But ere she rose, the ghastly haunting dread
That this might be her last and only hope
Of playing truant thus, induced her still
A little while to linger: Denzil then
Awaking from his mournful reverie,
Held fast her hands, as one in shipwreck clings
To spar or mast, or as a miser grasps
Some cherish'd treasure he is soon to lose,
Whilst all the pent-up anguish in his heart
He strove to ease by his impassion'd words
Of love and mad reproach, for by those chimes
He knew how soon they needs must say farewell.
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