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This chamber changed for one more holy, This bed for one more melancholy, I pray to God that she may lie For ever with unopened eye, While the dim sheeted ghosts go by! THE CHAMBER CHANGED FOR ONE MORE HOLY THIS BED FOR ONE MORE MELANCHOLY I PRAY TO GOD THAT SHE MAY LIE FOR EVER WITH UNOPEN EYE WHILE THE DIM SHEETED GHOST GO BY
ders into rest; Looking like Lethe, see! the lake A conscious slumber seems to take, And would not, for the world, awake. All Beauty sleeps!--and lo! where lies (Her casement open to the skies) Irene, with her Destinies! Oh, lady bright! can it be right-- This window open to the night! The wanton airs, from the tree-top, Laughingly through the lattice-drop-- The bodiless airs, a wizard rout, Flit through thy chamber in and out, And wave the curtain canopy So fitfully--so fearfully-- Above the closed and fringed lid 'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid, That, o'er the floor and down the wall, Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall! Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? Why and what art thou dreaming here? Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas, A wonder to these garden trees! Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress! Strange, above all, thy length of tress, And this all-solemn silentness! The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep Which is enduring, so be deep! Heaven have her in its sacred keep! VE WRAPPING THE FOG ABOUT ITS BREAST THE RUIN MOULDERS INTO THE REST LOOKING LIKE LETHY SEA THE LAKE A CONSCIOUS SLUMBER SEEMS TO TAKE AND WOULD NOT FOR THE WORLD AWAKE ALL BEAUTY SLEEPS AND LO WHERE LIES IN OUR CASEMENT OPEN TO THE SKIES IRENE WITH HER DESTINIES O LADY BRIGHT CAN IT BE RIGHT THIS WINDOW OPEN TO THE NIGHT THE WANTON AIRS FROM TREE TOP LAUGHINGLY THROUGH THE LATTICE DROP THE BARDLESS AIRS A WIZARD ROUT FLIT THROUGH THY CHAMBER IN AND OUT AND WAVE THE CURTAINED CANOPY SO FITFULLY SO FEARFULLY ABOVE THE CLOSED AND FRINGED LID NEATH WHICH THY SLUMBERING SOUL LIES HID THAT O'ER THE FLOOR AND DOWN THE WALL LIKE GHOSTS THE SHADOWS RISE AND FALL O LADY DEAR HAST THOU NO FEAR WHY IN WHAT ART THOU DREAMING HERE SURE THOU OUTCOME O'ER FAR OFF SEAS A STRANGE WONDER TO THESE GARDEN TREES STRANGE IS THY POWER STRANGE THY DRESS STRANGE ABOVE ALL THY LENGTH OF DRESS IN ALL THIS ALL SOLEMN SILENTNESS THE LADY SLEEPS O MAY SHE SLEEP WHICH IS ENDURING SO BE DEEP HEAVEN IN HER SACRED KEEP
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