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X.
She is seen no more, — but into airResolved her form, and mingled there —
In Edwy's hand the Book is left,
That still involuntary clasped —
By wild astonishment bereft,
He knew not what he grasped —
As thus she melts away in wind,
And vanishes to nought;
His Brother, too, had not his mind
Been fixed on one great, master thought,
To more amazement had resigned —
Nor Almar 'gainst its influence fought
So well, had not the pride, combined,
Of age, and of first nature, brought
Resistance to o'ersudden fear,
Or credence to the forms of air.
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