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A VISION.

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(Fragment.)

Methought I saw a figure clasped with wings,
And with a countenance as sad as death,
Where an immortal beauty's hidden springs
Shone like a mirror clouded with cold breath.
A trembling, such as imminent freezing flings
Over the troubled waters, seized my heart.
Like a new-lighted bird, ready to start
She stood, her eyelids sick with wanderings,
And cried, “I am the sister of white Faith,
Who sits serenely in the open heaven,
To whom I minister; thus ever driven
About the world, and Anguish named.
Yet I
Too am divine.” Swift weeping choked her breath;
She touched me, and fled forth.