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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
xliv.
As once they drew into two burning rings
All beams of Love, melting the mighty hearts
Of captains and of kings.
xlv.
A noise of some one coming thro' the lawn,
And singing clearer than the crested bird,
That claps his wings at dawn.
xlvi.
From craggy hollows pouring, late and soon,
Sound all night long, in falling thro' the dell,
Far-heard beneath the moon.
xlvii.
Floods all the deep-blue gloom with beams divine:
All night the splinter'd crags that wall the dell
With spires of silver shine."
