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STANZAS.
(FROM INEZ.)
Delirium of Enchantments! 'twas too much
That glorious eye to meet, that hand to touch!
To drink that voice of music to my Soul,
Whose echoes through mine inmost Being stole!
That glorious eye to meet, that hand to touch!
To drink that voice of music to my Soul,
Whose echoes through mine inmost Being stole!
Proud luxury of Enchantments! to behold
That bright form cast in all Etherial mould,
And still to feel the hidden Soul divine
Doth even its radiant temple far outshine!
That bright form cast in all Etherial mould,
And still to feel the hidden Soul divine
Doth even its radiant temple far outshine!
Dire poison of Enchantments! this to know,
And then to feel—worst dream of mortal woe—
That Fate 'twixt thee and me a gulph hath set,
Which makes me mourn that we should ere have met!
And then to feel—worst dream of mortal woe—
That Fate 'twixt thee and me a gulph hath set,
Which makes me mourn that we should ere have met!
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