XIII

Winged Persuasions and veiled Destinies,

      Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations

      Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies;

      And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs,

      And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam

      Of her own dying smile instead of eyes,

      Came in slow pomp;—the moving pomp might seem

Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream.