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XIX.
That scene the Hermits saw and heard,
And in their hearts emotions stirred;
Emotions, such as take their rise
From the most strong affinities —
Then, Edwy had rushed into strife,
And for her rescue given his life,
But other care, his purpose bold
Warped, towards Almar weak and old.—
And in their hearts emotions stirred;
Emotions, such as take their rise
From the most strong affinities —
Then, Edwy had rushed into strife,
And for her rescue given his life,
But other care, his purpose bold
Warped, towards Almar weak and old.—
As on that Lady's wakening soul,
Seemed life's returning stream to roll,
She started like in phrensied dream,
And uttered forth a feeble scream,
Then rapid rolled her glazing eyes,
All haggard-wild, around, and spies
That rout, she recollected well —
“My husband!”—she exclaimed, and fell—
'Twas but a moment;—and more deep,
Returned that fixed and iron sleep.
Seemed life's returning stream to roll,
She started like in phrensied dream,
And uttered forth a feeble scream,
Then rapid rolled her glazing eyes,
All haggard-wild, around, and spies
That rout, she recollected well —
“My husband!”—she exclaimed, and fell—
'Twas but a moment;—and more deep,
Returned that fixed and iron sleep.
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