A MEDLEY.
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And, tost on thoughts that changed from hue to hue,
Now poring on the glow-worm, now the star,
I paced the terrace, till the bear had wheel'd
Thro' a great arc his seven slow suns.
Now poring on the glow-worm, now the star,
I paced the terrace, till the bear had wheel'd
Thro' a great arc his seven slow suns.
A step
Of lightest echo, and then a loftier form
Than female, moving thro' the uncertain gloom
Disturb'd me with the doubt 'if this were she'
But it was Florian. 'Hist O hist,' he said,
'They seek us; out so late is out of rules.
Moreover "seize the strangers" is the cry.
I found the key in the doors: how came you here?
Last of the train, a moral leper, I,
To whom none spake, half-sick at heart, return'd.
Arriving all confused among the rest
With hooded brows I crept into the hall,
And, couch'd behind a Judith, underneath
The head of Holofernes peep'd and saw.
Girl after girl was call'd to trial: each
Of lightest echo, and then a loftier form
Than female, moving thro' the uncertain gloom
Disturb'd me with the doubt 'if this were she'
But it was Florian. 'Hist O hist,' he said,
'They seek us; out so late is out of rules.
Moreover "seize the strangers" is the cry.
I found the key in the doors: how came you here?
Last of the train, a moral leper, I,
To whom none spake, half-sick at heart, return'd.
Arriving all confused among the rest
With hooded brows I crept into the hall,
And, couch'd behind a Judith, underneath
The head of Holofernes peep'd and saw.
Girl after girl was call'd to trial: each
