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But at length I fell dreaming beneath the might
Of each spell of the Past whence I cared not to start;
And I saw Him some time by the flickering light,
As the one in my dream who was playing my part;
Till his semblance grew dim and was gone from my sight
As a dream of the Past will depart.
Then the Spirit whose beauty has led me till now,
Came and breathed a sweet breath on my feverish brow,
And the strain of this verse in my heart.
