JOAN of ARC.
BOOK THE NINTH.
Orleans was hush'd in sleep. Stretch'd on her couch
The delegated Maiden lay: with toil
Exhausted and sore anguish. Soon she closed
Her heavy eye-lids; not reposing then,
For busy Phantasy, in other scenes 5
Awakened: whether that superior powers,
By wise permission, prompt the midnight dream,
Or that the soul, escaped its fleshly clog,
Flies free, and soars amid the invisible world,
And all things are that seem. 10
Along a heath,
Barren, and wide, and drear, and desolate,
She roam'd a wanderer thro' the cheerless night.
The delegated Maiden lay: with toil
Exhausted and sore anguish. Soon she closed
Her heavy eye-lids; not reposing then,
For busy Phantasy, in other scenes 5
Awakened: whether that superior powers,
By wise permission, prompt the midnight dream,
Or that the soul, escaped its fleshly clog,
Flies free, and soars amid the invisible world,
And all things are that seem. 10
Along a heath,
Barren, and wide, and drear, and desolate,
She roam'd a wanderer thro' the cheerless night.
Black
