Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | ||
CXXI.
“Decay shall ne'er thy perfect form defile,
Nor hungry flame consume. In dews I'll steep
Thy limbs, and thou shalt look upon the pile
As gentle as a maiden fallen asleep
Nor hungry flame consume. In dews I'll steep
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As gentle as a maiden fallen asleep
“'Mid musings of ideal bliss, and making
Of her wild hopes, lit up by fancy's beam,
A fairer lover than may woo her waking,
Blest to her wish alone in soft ecstatic dream.
Of her wild hopes, lit up by fancy's beam,
A fairer lover than may woo her waking,
Blest to her wish alone in soft ecstatic dream.
Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | ||