Constance De Castile | ||
III.
Yet, gentle spirits of the airWho to the couch of woe repair,
And in a dream of bliss impart
The balm that heals a bleeding heart,
On guardian wing their vigils kept,
Where innocence and Constance slept.
In vision, to her charmed sight
Blue ocean show'd its mirror bright;
There, 'mid fair gales, a galley brave
In shadow dancing on the wave,
Loos'd every sail for voyage spread,
And Julian there the Virgin led,
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And o'er the veil that dimm'd her charms
A voice in dream was heard to say,
“Speed, gentle Virgin! speed thy way!
“I will the dark eclipse remove,
“Or die thy willing victim, Love.”
So blissful visions wing'd the night,
And bright hope watch'd the dawn of light.
Constance De Castile | ||