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THE NEW-MARRIED.
He started from his sleep, and in his thoughtHis dream (an inner-life reality)
Still dogged his steps; stern Nemesis's eye
Blasted his sight, and in her meshes caught
He struggled, and, with conscience overwrought,
Rousing his bride: “Seest thou,” he asked, “hard by
“A third one?” and, to her aghast reply,
With fixed gaze through the dark th' “Unseen” sought.
She feigned to sleep, and heard him, bending o'er,
Apostrophise her: “Sleep, thou Innocent!
The innocent sleep I never shall sleep more;
But blabbing tongues, and tell-tale eyes, and (rent,
Shroudlike and spectral, night) there stands before
My sight a form, with gaze aye on me bent!”
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