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III. DANTEAN DREAMS.

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Poet supreme! who leavest far behind
In piercing gaze, in lofty flight and long,
All winged Powers that haunt the heaven of song,—
When she who was my pearl of womankind,
Whose fingers from my soul had disentwin'd
The tangling weeds of folly, pined in pain,
Oft thy austere, yet tender-hearted strain
Rais'd up and calm'd my downcast, troubled mind.
When evening fell, th' immortal page I read
That made thee lean, as grief had wasted me:
Then came Dantean dreams about my bed,
The Purgatorial mount I seem'd to see,
Or Madeline my wondering spirit led
Through happy fields, as Beatricè thee.