XXXII

Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm

      Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream

      By the dusk curtains:—'t was a midnight charm

      Impossible to melt as iced stream:

      The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam;

      Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies:

      It seem'd he never, never could redeem

      From such a steadfast spell his lady's eyes;

So mused awhile, entoil'd in woofed phantasies.